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FROM THE AUTHOR: Firstly the important... WARNING This novel covers a wide
range of explicit sexual practices, many of which may be illegal in the
reader's country of residence. If this is so OR if you are offended in any
way by stories with strong sexual content that you may consider abhorrent
were it practiced in real life, please cease reading now and delete the
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names are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either
living or dead. Neither the author nor any acquaintance of the author, has
ever indulged in situations described in this story; they are solely based
on fantasy of the mind. Most stories written by the author are of
book-length size and the first chapter or two are usually taken up "setting
the scene" so to speak. If they are not read or given just cursory glance,
the atmosphere that is intended for the story may well be lost on the
reader. Anticipation of what is to come can give as much joy as "getting
there". There are many more stories in progress but because of the size,
completion and publication is naturally slow. I would appreciate
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THE LITTLE SCHEMER (C)July 2001 (Second edition December 2007)
Sexual Fantasy Fiction by Writer's Cramp (Fffff, Mf, ff, Rom, forced,
coerced, nc, 1st.time, teen, spk, menst, ws, bdsm, etc)
Synopsis:
Fifteen-year-old orphan teenager living with her widowed uncle learns
about sex from her group of school friends then seduces her uncle and in
devious ways finally marries him and "lives happily ever after".
The Players: Myself, as narrator at age fifteen. Daddy, really my
uncle, Ben Falconer. Evelyn Kimpton, a senior at my school. Kimberley
Hayes, my school friend, the shy one. Susie Morrow, my school friend, the
doubting one. Jonie Sullivan, my school friend, the sexy one.
NOTE: This Second Edition differs from the Original only in minor ways,
mainly
in correcting spelling, grammar and word spacings which were erratic in
the original. The overall concept and story is unchanged.
Chapter One Even before my first menstrual period, which arrived near my
twelfth birthday when the hair around my puss was no more than fluff, I
felt sex was going to play a significant part in my life. But I had no
idea just how significant it would be until several years later.
Not that my mother had anything to do with those feelings for she never
spoke about that 'dirty subject' as she described it, when my period came
and I went into hysterics. She simply handed me my first sanitary pad and
told me to change it when I needed to until I stopped bleeding. I remember
her response when I looked at her not knowing what to do with this thick
piece of tissue paper. "Put it inside your underwear," she had said and
turned away quickly.
No, I learned nothing from her about sex or life in general but to give
her some credit, she was only with us for another two years before she and
Dad were killed in a boating accident. I never knew what being an orphan
was until that tragic day. The whole world seemed to explode in my face as
I realised there was no one to care for me any more. That's when Dad's
brother, Uncle Ben, came into my life. He took me home and I lived with he
and Aunt Patricia from then on.
I often wondered if I was a jinx or something because not a year later,
Aunt Patricia went to hospital and never came home. Uncle Ben said it was
women's disease, whatever that meant. I had never got on with Aunt
Patricia anyway for she seemed strange somehow, and she never allowed me to
feel part of her family. There was never a smile or a good word spoken by
her not even to Uncle Ben. While I grieved for Mum and Dad dreadfully, I
never felt any real sorrow when Aunt Patricia neither died, nor did Uncle
Ben, I thought.
Uncle Ben was quite different and taught me how to get over the loss of
my parents. We had fun and I thought he became happier after his wife
died. Of course there were lots of times I saw him weeping just afterwards,
but he seemed to get over his loss much quicker than I did, over my parents
deaths.
He was no more help than my mother in my understanding of sex though and
openly admitted that it always embarrassed him when I asked any question
even verging on the subject. The good thing however, was that he loved me
dearly and we had become best friends in the three years I'd lived with
him.
I'm now fifteen and my sex education came from my school friends. There
were four of us including me and we did virtually everything together. No,
we didn't practice sex together but we did talk about it constantly,
snigger and giggle when we asked outrageous questions or made a suggestive
remark about the boys or one of the teachers.
I guess it was Evelyn Kimpton who taught us more about sex and men than
anyone else. She was a year higher than us and seemed a bit of a loner.
We knew her but had little contact until one day she surprised us by
sneaking up when we were in one of our huddles giggling at some risqué joke
one of the girls was telling.
"I could get you expelled for talking like that, Kimberley Hayes," she
said to my friend which made us all jump back in shock at being caught out.
"I'm sorry, Eve..."
"Cut the crap. I'm not going to tell tales,' Evelyn said. "But I want
to hear the end of the story."
I remember how Kimberley turned as red as beetroot.
"I couldn't," she stammered.
"Well, of course if you won't let me join in, I might have to tell
someone. You'd be expelled, I expect," she said to Kimberley with a smile.
"As for the rest of you, your parents would at least be told. Now what was
that you were saying, Hayes? I heard the bit about Mr. Leason looking at
your tits and making you stay behind for detention. What then?"
"It was just a story, Evelyn. It wasn't true," the now white-faced girl
explained.
"So tell me the ending. I'll know if you're lying."
"I was going to say... Oh, I can't. Please don't tell anyone, Evelyn,"
she pleaded, now in tears.
"So what happened during detention?" She pressed the stricken girl for
details.
"I was going to say he took me into the book-room and made me take off
my clothes but it isn't true, Evelyn. I just made it up. We were telling
each other naughty stories."
"So it was just make-believe?"
"Of course it was," I said. "Whoever would believe Mr. Leason would do
that."
"I would, if he was given half a chance," Evelyn said seriously. "He's
a man and all they want is to get their filthy hands inside our little
panties."
"He wouldn't," Susie retorted with a shocked look.
"You're all little innocents, aren't you? I'll bet not one of you has
been out with a boy. You're probably all virgins too. Am I right?" She
looked at us intensely demanding an answer.
One by one we all nodded. Jonie Sullivan whispered a "Yes," as though
it was a sin to be still intact.
"I thought so," Evelyn said in a superior tone. "And I'll bet some of
you haven't even got your periods yet?"
Even I blushed at that. Who could ever think of discussing such a
private and ghastly topic?
"Well?" Evelyn demanded.
"It's not fair, Evelyn. That's personal."
"Sure it is but I still want to know. Now tell me or I just might send
an anonymous note to Mr. Leason."
Her threat jolted each of us as we realised what would happen if Mr.
Leason heard about Kimberley's story. Very quickly each of us told Evelyn
about our periods and we all confirmed we had reached that stage of
womanhood.
"At least you've grown up that much. So why were you telling such a
frivolous story, Hayes?" Evelyn always addressed us by our last name.
"I... I don't know, Evelyn."
"Is it because all four of you don't know anything about sex so you have
to make up stories?"
"I know about sex," Susie stated and then blushed.
"Oh you do, do you? And just what do you know?"
"That it gives you babies."
"Is that all?"
"Uhm," she swallowed nervously. "Parents have sex to get babies," she
tried to explain.
"And just how do they do that?"
"I... I don't know, Evelyn."
"Do any of you know?" The older girl asked, challengingly.
We all had to admit that was about the extent of our knowledge.
"You mean to tell me not one of you knows what people do when they
fuck?" She looked incredulous at each one in turn and I was shocked at her
use of that word. I'd only ever heard boys use it when they swore.
"You've never seen your parents doing it? Ever?"
"I might have," Jonie admitted. "Once I went into their bedroom and Dad
was laying on top of Mum and they were both undressed. But I couldn't see
what they were doing because Dad shouted at me to get out."
"Haven't you read any books? Hasn't your mothers talked to you?
"I don't have one," I said.
"Yes, I know that but what about the rest of you?"
"No, Evelyn. Mine hasn't said anything."
"My Mum said that sex was bad and I mustn't do it under any
circumstances but she never told me exactly what she was talking about,"
Susie gushed turning very red when she realised what she had said.
"Hm, typical I suppose," Evelyn stated. "So you four little darlings
know almost nothing about what will be the most important thing in your
lives in the next few years."
"Why is it so important?" Jonie asked innocently.
"Because you'll be doing it whether you want to or not. Either the boys
will tempt you or you will get the urge yourself to experiment. You might
just go out with the wrong boy and get yourself raped. It happens all the
time, believe me. I guess you need someone to help you, don't you?"
We all looked blankly at her.
"If you want, I'll teach you everything you need to know about sex, my
little munchkins. Do you want to become my students?"
"I do," I said without hesitation, for I knew absolutely nothing except
what we four had joked about and never once understood. I don't know what
it was, but something was ticking away in my head, almost telling me to
listen to this older girl.
"Wha... What will we have to do?" Jonie asked, as yet unsure of what
she was letting herself in for.
"It will be just like school and I'll be the tutor. It's good
experience for me because I want to be a teacher anyway. You'll have to
attend my classes every lunchtime and sometimes after school. I'll make
you sit for tests regularly and give you grades. There's just one thing,
it's got to be kept a secret forever. Do you understand? If anyone talks,
I'll hear about it and I guarantee I'll tell Mr. Leason about the
malicious stories you've been telling about him?"
"It was just for fun, Evelyn," Kimberley whined.
"What if some of us want to stop coming to your classes?" Jonie butted
in.
"You can if you want as long as you don't talk to anyone about the
class."
"Then I'll come," Jonie agreed.
"Yes, I will too," Kimberley said.
"I'm scared but I'll join too," Susie said.
"Anyway, Evelyn, how come you know so much? You're not much older than
us." I asked because she sounded so superior.
"I'm nearly nineteen and I've had plenty of boyfriends. I know what the
dirty little bastards want, don't I?"
"I suppose so," I had to agree.
"Good then we'll meet here tomorrow five minutes after the lunchtime
bell goes. Make sure you're not late."
We all agreed we would be on time.
"Your assignment for tonight is this: when you go to bed tonight I want
you all to put your finger on your pussy and stroke it for at least fifteen
minutes. You'll need to wet it with some spit or you could chafe the
tender skin. I want to hear what you felt when we meet tomorrow."
"I can't, Evelyn. My sister will see me," Susie half whispered.
"Then do it under the covers, silly."
"I'm going to feel stupid," I said.
"No, you're going to feel pussy," Evelyn corrected and the other girls
laughed.
"Where will we meet after school?"
"At my place," Evelyn said. "My parents never get home before
six-thirty. Alright? Class dismissed. Happy stroking."
Chapter Two I couldn't think of anything else but the assignment Evelyn
had given me. I wasn't even thinking about the other girls as they went
home and I certainly wasn't thinking about the rest of my homework, which
had to be done tonight.
I usually had finished my homework before my uncle arrived home from
work and I would have dinner cooking for him. But tonight, try as I might,
English literature and maths took twice as long.
As usual, uncle walked straight over to me and kissed my cheek. "How's
my girl tonight?" He stood beside me waiting. Uncle always made time for
me and never asked questions and then walked away without waiting for an
answer. He looked down at me with a smile on his face.
"Hello, Uncle I'm fine but I'm struggling with my homework tonight. I'm
not finished yet."
"Then you keep going. I'll set the table," he said cheerfully and I
thanked him. He was a wonderful person more like a father than an uncle.
We talked over dinner and I blurted out, "I'm taking after school
lessons from now on, Uncle. One of the older girls who wants to be a
teacher is going to tutor us a few nights a week."
"That sounds good, dear. What subjects?"
I hadn't thought of that and instantly became flustered. "Oh. Oh, er,
in most subjects. English Lit. and Maths. Anything we want help with
from time to time, I guess.
He seemed not to notice my nervousness. We did all the usual chores and
then took turns to shower. Unless we had visitors, and that was a rarity
for uncle had no other living relatives and just a few casual friends, we
changed into our pyjamas.
So most nights after changing into our nightclothes we'd both return to
the sofa to watch TV, play a board game or just talk together. This was
the time I enjoyed most because we were there for each other's company more
than anything else. It was usually television and he would put his arm
around me and I would snuggle into him. Sometimes I laid my head in his
lap and the next thing I would know he'd be carrying me into my bedroom and
kissing me goodnight. I often sat right on his knee, my arm around his
neck, our faces together and one of his hands around my bottom, the other
resting on my leg or thigh.
I liked this the most because we were so close together and we genuinely
loved each other as much as any uncle and niece could. Not once did he
ever attempt to touch me in a sexual way, my breasts of bottom or the like.
I think he liked the closeness just as much as I did but there were times
when he moved me off and I began to understand why.
It was not quite true that I knew nothing about sex. I did know that
men put the thing between their legs inside their wives to have sex. But
the real significance of that was simply lost on my innocent mind up to
now.
But if a show was playing on TV that became a little risqué, when a man
and woman became more than affectionate, or when women with naked breasts
were shown, something hard began to poke into my bottom. It didn't take me
long to realise that these kinds of scenes started a reaction between his
legs. If they began to talk about sexy things or become passionate or
began doing things that I couldn't understand but no doubt Uncle clearly
understood, or especially if a girl with naked breasts walked onto the
picture, then this hard thing always pushed into my buttock. At that stage
he would ease me off with the excuse that I was sending his leg to sleep
but I silently thought it was because something was waking up.
I still had no idea what it looked like, the thing between his legs and
pictured what one of the other girls had said once. "It looks like a
banana," she had said.
So what I had conjured up in my mind was something quite unbelievable
but even I didn't think a large yellow protuberance waved around between
all men's legs. Just occasionally at the swimming pool I'd see a bulge
between a man's legs, a bit like a breast in a single bra.
I put my satin nightie on and remembering Evelyn's instructions left off
my knickers. I always wore panties under nighties or pyjamas and quite
often, my bra too. It wasn't that my breasts were big. In fact I am
disappointed at their small size and envied the other girls, especially
Susie and Evelyn. Evelyn's boobs were enormous and she wasn't fat at all.
No, I wore panties and a bra to bed because it just seemed right. My
mother never told me any differently and Uncle certainly never raised the
subject.
"My you look cool this evening, darling," he said as I sat on his knee.
"Really you're growing into a beauty, you know."
"Thanks, Uncle. It's so warm; I haven't got anything on underneath. It
feels lovely."
"Oh. Hm. Yes, I see," he said quite flustered.
I put one arm around his neck and brushed his hair back. "You look
tired, Uncle."
"No, I'm fine," he said patting my bottom and resting his other hand on
my thigh.
I looked into his face and wanted to kiss him right on his lips. Some
unknown force seemed to be drawing me towards him.
"Really, sweetheart, I'm O.K. Truly," he added with that same loving
smile that endeared me so closely to him. His words broke the force field
I had seemed to be in and I laid my cheek against his.
We watched the program until it ended and I was conscious of our
closeness for the first time. It was like a little voice was telling me he
needed my love more desperately than ever.
I kissed his ear and whispered, "I do love you, Uncle."
He smiled without looking at me but patted my bottom and held me tighter
for some time.
Then, as the next show began a warning of the censorship ratings flashed
onto the screen. "This program is rated for mature adults. It contains
strong sex scenes and nudity"
Uncle said nothing for a moment and then stirred. "I think you'd better
sit on the sofa, dear. My legs are going to sleep."
I hadn't even felt the lump that usually accompanied this request but
knew what he meant even if he didn't think I did. I sat beside him and
pulled his arm around my shoulder so I could snuggle against him.
"I can watch it can't I, Daddy?" I had called him that several times
lately and he never asked once, why I did it.
"Well are you a mature adult?"
"Of course I am," I declared.
"That's O.K. then." He gave no indication of embarrassment but as usual
never commented on the reason to the adult rating.
The nudity began immediately because a very attractive woman was taking
a shower and the camera focused on every part of her body, running up and
back, stopping for longer times on her breasts and the edge of her pubic
hair.
I watched for a while and then realised Uncle was breathing much faster
than he usually did, drawing large gulps of air in and quickly breathing
out again. He lifted his body off the seat to get at more of his dressing
gown, which he folded cautiously over his lap. It seemed to me he was
getting quite worked up as the movie continued and he was holding me hard
against his side with the arm that was around me.
I looked up at his face but he was entranced with the pictures and never
noticed I had moved. I was still unsure of why he was acting like this but
knew instinctively that it had something to do with the way men acted when
they looked at naked women.
I wondered how he would react if he saw me in the shower. Of course, he
had never done so but the thought returned to me often during the movie.
Except for seeing a man lying on top of the woman and both of them
groaning, I had no idea of what they were really doing. The size and shape
of the woman's breasts and bottom were of more interest to me, and
particularly of the size of her pubic hair. It was jet black and covered a
much larger area than mine did.
His deep breathing returned from time to time and it always coincided
with the woman undressing or when she and the man were touching each other.
We never got to see what they were really touching, it was left to our
imagination. I suspect Uncle had a much better idea that I did.
One day I will ask him what they are doing. That should shock him a
little. It was difficult to stop the fits of laughter that were bubbling
deep inside me.
As soon as the picture was over, Uncle stood up and kissed me goodnight.
"It's bedtime, young lady," he said, kissing me on the forehead as he
struggled to stand up, a hand pressed against his front as though he was
covering something up. He headed straight for the bathroom.
It's strange thinking about the assignment I was shortly to begin.
Except for washing myself each day and wiping the residues from going to
the toilet, I had never once touched myself between my legs. There was
never an urge to do it, ever.
What should I do? Keep my legs closed and force fingers between them or
open them widely? Do I wet my pussy or my fingers to stop the chafing?
Will I take off my nightdress or just pull it up? Is it going to hurt?
In the end I decided to strip off completely because it was so warm and
laid with my legs just slightly spread. I could feel the opening of my
puss as Mum used to call it when I was younger, and thought that should be
enough. I turned the light out but my bedside clock showed me the time. I
waited for over five minutes for the time to reach the quarter hour and
tried to think of why Evelyn wanted us to do this. If Mum had been alive
she would have called it dirty I'm sure, but it didn't concern me all that
much.
The thing I thought about most was what I would tell Evelyn tomorrow.
What on earth could I say about stroking my skin for fifteen minutes?
Surely nothing would happen out of the ordinary to talk about.
My finger, wet with spit was poised over my puss and at exactly quarter
past the hour I touched myself. I think most of the wetness rubbed off
onto my hairs but I soon found what I took to be my pussy lips as Evelyn
called them. They were sharp and firm, like a plasticine knife, firm yet
very smooth.
I ran my finger up and down for some time and realised it felt quite
soothing. I needed to wet my finger several times and then found that by
touching my finger right at the bottom of the opening, slippery liquid was
abundant. Then the feelings became more distinct. My tummy was bubbling
with millions of little bubbles, or so it felt, and a tickle that I had
never experienced before began to grow deep inside my loins.
The clock told me I had more than half completed the task but every time
my finger moved now, deeper sensations were growing inside me. They
certainly were not unpleasant and my hand kept stroking as though it were a
machine. My nipples had turned hard as steel and the slightest movement
against the sheet made me want to touch them more and more. I found my
breathing harder to control and suddenly realised it was in some ways
similar to the way Uncle breathed during the movie. I was stimulating
myself just as he must have been stimulated from watching a naked woman.
My fingers pressed harder against the firm pussy lips and my other hand
began to stroke my nipples making these new found feelings rise ever
higher. I couldn't explain what was happening, just that I needed to keep
doing it. It was the most incredible thing I had ever felt and I was doing
it to myself.
My body was moving in rhythm to the stroking of my fingers and I
couldn't stop the moans that passed my lips. They were but whispers I told
myself as my body jerked as though out of control.
Just as the fifteenth minute had clicked over on my clock, Uncle rushed
into the room without knocking.
"What's the matter, dear?" He asked with a look of concern.
"What? Oh, I don't know," I said, unable to think of any plausible
answer.
The light was on and my bed was in a shambles. I quickly pulled the
sheet right up and was sure he hadn't seen me naked.
He sat on the bed and stroked my forehead. "You're covered in
perspiration, darling. Were you having a bad dream? I could hear you
moaning from my room?"
"I... must have been, Uncle," I said trying to get my mind working
again.
"It is a hot night," he said holding up my discarded nightdress.
"Perhaps that set you off."
"It might have. I was so hot when I got into bed, that's why I took off
my nightie," I lied. "But I can't remember dreaming."
"You must have been really tossing yourself around," he said,
straightening the bedclothes up around my neck. "Would you like a cool
drink?"
"Yes please, Uncle, I think I would."
When he returned I was sitting up in bed, my nightdress back on but the
nipples pointing through. I know he saw them but he made no comment.
"Thank you, Uncle. I feel fine now," I assured him as I took the glass.
"Hmm, that's good."
"You're sure you're alright now?"
"Yes thank you, Uncle," I smiled at him. He leaned down to kiss my
forehead and without thinking I took one of his hands in mine and clasped
it to me, just below my chin. Looking up into his face I said, "Uncle, I
do love you," I said with feeling.
"I know you do," he whispered and kissed my hand as he pulled away. It
was all so innocent and yet I'm sure forces that I didn't understand were
already working inside of me. "I love you very much too, baby," he said as
he closed the door.
It took a long time to go to sleep. The feelings I had experienced were
beyond anything I had expected and I had no answers as to why but was sure
it had everything to do with sex. It was Evelyn's way of teaching us that
sex was special. If my fingers could do that to me, how much more could a
boy do? Would it be as nice or better or would it be worse? I knew what I
had felt but how could I explain it to Evelyn? And I think my feelings
towards Uncle have changed somehow. They seem to have grown much deeper.
When he breathed hard during the movie, was he feeling as good as I felt
when I touched myself? But he hadn't touched himself at all, not between
his legs at least.
I finally drifted off to sleep, so many questions left unanswered.
Chapter Three They were walking towards me with smirks all over their
faces as I neared the school gates.
"Well, did you do it?"
"Do what?"
"You know," Susie accused me.
"What?"
"Did you play with yourself last night?" Susie asked, exaggerating every
word.
"Oh, that. Of course. Didn't you?"
"We all did."
"That was our assignment," I reminded them, giving nothing away.
"Well?" Kimberley asked excitedly.
"Well what?"
"Oh, you are so exasperating," she said, grinding her teeth. "What was
it like?"
"Uhm, it's really hard to recall," I said matter of factly. "I don't
think you did it at all," I accused the snooping girl.
"I did," Kimberley stated with a satisfied smile. "It was like magic."
"So did I," Jonie added.
"I couldn't because my little sister kept asking me what was wrong. I
couldn't stop making a noise," Susie said. "But the bit I did was, wow."
Her face was beaming.
"So that was the first time for you all, was it?" I asked, trying to
look surprised.
"You mean you've done it before?"
"I might have," I said giving nothing away. "You'll have to wait until
Evelyn asks us to describe our feelings.
"Spoiled sport," Jonie pouted.
"You felt good though, didn't you," Kimberley asked.
"I slept well," I said.
"That's not what I meant and you know it," Kimberley accused me.
"Then just be patient."
None of us learned much from school that morning. All we could think of
was getting to our extracurricular class at lunch.
"I glad to see you're all so prompt," Evelyn said. "Make sure it stays
that way. I don't want to discipline you."
"You wouldn't do that," I stated as a question.
"Don't tempt me, Miss," she warned. "I assume you all completed your
assignment?"
Some nodded, and others responded with a whispered, "Yes."
"Evelyn, I couldn't do it for that long," Susie said self-consciously.
"My sister kept asking me what was wrong because I kept making noises."
"Hmm. Then perhaps you'd better repeat the assignment this evening at
my place. Then we can all see why you make so much noise."
"What? In front of you? I couldn't. It's not right," the frightened
girl whimpered.
"Well, you'd better tell us what you felt even if you didn't do what you
were told."
"You mean in front of everyone. Couldn't we just talk together,
Evelyn?"
"No, we all want to hear. You'll hear what we say as well," Jonie
reminded her.
"Oh, I suppose so. Well, I share a bedroom with my little sister and
there's not much room between us you see. I tried to stay up later and
pretended to be doing homework but Mum made me go to bed at the usual time.
I didn't know how to start at first."
"Neither did I," Jonie interrupted.
It was good to hear the others found that too.
"Just let her continue," Evelyn said.
"Well I just pulled my pyjama pants down a bit and when I touched my...
My uhm, my front..."
"Your vagina," Evelyn corrected.
"Yes, that."
"Then say it."
"When I touched my... My vagina, I found it was all wet and sticky.
Slippery, I suppose. It seemed such a stupid thing to do. Anyway, almost
as soon as I started I felt tingling right up my backbone and my teeth
began to tickle. It was weird. I don't know why I felt so strange but it
soon felt like I wanted to press my whole hand inside my stomach because it
was so good. I mean even when my finger moved the smallest bit, I began to
cry out. Moaning like. I tried to stop myself by stuffing the sheet
between my teeth and biting but I couldn't stop. My stupid sister kept
calling my name and asking if I wanted her to get Mum."
"So that's when you stopped?"
"Yes, Evelyn. I'm sorry but I couldn't keep going even though I wanted
to. I tried it in the shower this morning but it didn't feel anything like
last night."
"That's because you need to be in the right frame of mind to enjoy sex
properly," Evelyn told her. "I want you to complete the assignment,
Morrow, so it looks like it's to be at my place tonight."
"Not in front of everyone. Please, Evelyn."
"We'll see. Now, Sullivan. Describe your feelings."
"Me? Oh. I think I did the same but went for the whole time. I have
my own room. Evelyn, it was the most wonderful feeling. It just kept
getting stronger and stronger and I'm sure that I couldn't have stopped
rubbing myself..."
"Where?" Evelyn interrupted.
"My pussy lips, of course," Jonie said blushing, and looking around at
each of us. "It was like I was addicted to it, my whole body began to move
without me even trying and I felt like I was rising up a great steep cliff,
the sensations were unbelievable. My pussy was steaming, I think and the
ache deep inside my... My vagina, was so strong and wonderful I just
couldn't stop. In the end I began using both hands and pressed harder and
harder. I don't think I could have stopped even if Mum had walked in and
caught me."
"I'll bet you would have," I said.
"Anyway that wasn't all. There seemed to be this cliff, see, and I
imagined my body was simply drifting up towards the top. It was like a
dream and yet I was wide awake and moaning with pleasure, let me tell you.
Then something happened that I couldn't explain. It was like I exploded,
right there on the bed. I don't know what my parents thought but they must
have heard. Our house is not so big. All of a sudden the feelings became
intense and I couldn't breath. My body stiffened and then began jerking
all over the bed. It was unbelievable, the feeling that is. I have never
felt anything like it and it lasted for so long. It seemed like my vagina
was feet wide and feathers were tickling me all the way inside.. up my
pussy hole. I know I kept moaning, I couldn't stop and by then my hands
were pulling against the bedclothes, I wasn't even touching myself. You've
no idea how good it was, Evelyn. Thank you for making us do it."
"So what happened then," I asked, astonished at what she had said for I
thought she was exaggerating.
"I just laid there covered in perspiration and it slowly went away but
it took another fifteen minutes before I felt anything like normal again.
Afterwards, I wanted a drink so much that I went downstairs and got a glass
of milk. That was when Mum called me into the family room. She wanted to
know if I was alright because she heard some noises, was what she said. I
told her I was fine and just thirsty. She looked at me very strangely but
let me go back to bed."
"Gosh, Jonie. I would have died. What if she had known?"
"I think she did," Evelyn said. "You experienced an orgasm as every
woman does from time to time. It's the reason we want sex. The pleasure
we women get for letting dirty little boys maul us for their own pleasures.
The real secret is being able to achieve it every time and that's not so
easy. Most men just want to bonk, squirt their stuff and go to sleep.
Only a few think of our pleasure."
"I don't understand, Evelyn," I said.
"You will in time. Tomorrow we'll talk about the anatomy of men, their
cocks in other words and what they do with them."
"Gosh," Kimberley said in wonder.
"But there's still two little innocents who haven't shared yet," Evelyn
said. "Did either of you experience an orgasm?"
"I don't think I did," I said. "It was very nice. Very nice indeed and
I found my body swaying from side to side as these feelings became
stronger. It was a most incredible feeling so I can't imagine it being any
better."
"It is, believe me," Evelyn said.
"The problem I had," I continued, "was that right on the fifteen minute
mark, my Uncle came into the room to see what was wrong. I didn't even
know I was crying out."
"Gosh, what did he say?" Kimberley asked with a shocked look.
"The worst part was that he saw my nightie on the floor beside the bed
so he knew I was naked under the bedclothes."
"How embarrassing," Susie laughed.
"Yes and I was still getting those strange feelings inside my puss when
he sat on the bed. It was hard to concentrate but I finally told him I had
a bad dream. When he held up my nightie with a questioning look I told him
I had felt too hot and took it off and that was probably why I had
nightmares."
"Did he believe you?"
"I think so. He brought me a drink and then left me to sleep."
"What about how you felt while you were stroking yourself," Evelyn
prompted.
"Yes, that was great. Just like Jonie, I suppose but I never exploded
as she did. I only used one hand and wet my fingers with spit a few times
before all my puss lips became real slippery. When my uncle left, it took
a long while for the feelings to go away but I slept well after that."
"Sex is a strong pacifier," Evelyn said. "You'll find out just how
wonderful it is when I allocate boys to fuck each of you."
"What?"
"No, I won't let you."
"You can't make me, Evelyn."
"Never."
The shock horror written on every face as four voices objected together.
"Ha, ha, ha. You should see yourselves. God, what a sight," Evelyn was
bending over with laughter. "No, I won't allocate anyone. I just wanted
to see your reactions."
"Beast," Susie who was the timid one among us, hissed.
"But let me tell you this in total confidence. You promise?"
We all agreed.
"Sex with men is the most wonderful feeling, believe me. I've made love
with women, which was about the same as touching myself, like you did last
night. But when a man begins to woo you and finally connects, the bliss is
beyond anything you could imagine."
"Gosh," Kimberley sighed. "You've had sex with a woman?"
"Maybe you should all try it," Evelyn told them. "At least you'll find
out whether you have lesbian tendencies or not. Another woman knows what
you need much more than any man, and they can be so tender, believe me."
"Yuk," Jonie said. "Wasn't it awful really?"
"No, it wasn't, Sullivan. I told you it was something like touching
yourself but with a little more excitement because it was so naughty."
"Who was it?" I asked.
"That will always remain my secret," she said softly.
"How old were you?"
"About your age. If you like you can experiment with each other at my
place tonight." We all saw the gleam in her eye and one of us said she was
just saying it to scare us again.
"Maybe I was but the offer still stands."
None of us responded, absolutely shy to admit any thoughts we might have
had.
"It's your turn, Hayes. Did you enjoy yourself?"
Kimberley blushed. "Yes, I did. It was very nice indeed, Evelyn. I
don't know why I hadn't thought of doing it to myself before you told us. I
did it for the whole fifteen minutes and loved every minute but I don't
think I got as worked up as the other three. I never made any noise and
I'm sure I didn't have what Jonie had."
"My orgasm," Jonie prompted.
"Yes. I mean no I didn't have an orgasm. Gosh it sounds so crude,
orgasm, don't you think? But it was so soothing I fell asleep as soon as I
saw the fifteen minutes were up and didn't stir until Mum woke me up this
morning."
"Well, little children, you've had but your first taste of sex and I've
got much more to teach you. The next thing you'll have to learn is how to
train yourself to come quickly and also how to hold off your orgasm for as
long as you want. Three of you have still to experience your first one so
I suggest you practice after school at my place."
Loud objections rose from all of us.
"You can have separate rooms if you're that shy in front of each other.
The silly thing is that you all know what the others will be doing and
you've talked about it in front of all of each other. So what's so wrong
with lying on the carpet in the same room and making yourself feel good?
You'd probably all have your eyes closed anyway. I'll even drop my
knickers and do it with you so no one is left out. Think about it and
we'll decide democratically when we're all together. Don't talk about it
meanwhile."
The bell for next class rang just as she had finished.
"Four o'clock at my place. Don't be late. We'll finish by six if you
need to phone your parents."
Schoolwork wasn't on my mind at all during the afternoon and I could see
the others didn't have their heart in the lessons either. Evelyn's house
was almost in the centre of a circle around our four homes so it was very
convenient. I had already told Uncle Ben that I would be home later so
didn't need to phone him.
We decided to walk together for no one wanted to arrive there first on
their own. Evelyn opened the door, wearing a bathrobe and ushered us into
the living room.
Chapter Four "All on time again. Congratulations. You'll find the time
goes very fast when you're enjoying something so we'll get straight down to
it. I'm going to show you something before you start your pleasures."
We were all hesitant and scared by what was to come, touching ourselves
in front of the others that is, and Evelyn was conscious of it.
She took off her robe and stood, wearing a petticoat. I was sure she
didn't have a bra on because her large tits wobbled a lot.
"Now firstly, there is nothing wrong with looking at another girl while
she's undressed. We all know what is under every girl's clothes, don't
we?"
We shuffled self-consciously.
"You have all looked at your nakedness in the mirror, I'm sure. And
we're basically all the same. Maybe some are fatter, or thinner, bigger
tits or almost none at all, lousy legs or great ones. It makes no
difference. We all have tits, bums and pussies. Agreed?"
"Yes," we mumbled.
"Right. Now I'm going to describe in detail the functions of a woman's
pussy." She sat on the carpet and told us to kneel close beside her. It
felt a bit spooky to me and I began to perspire when she openly hitched up
her petticoat around her waist and spread her legs wide apart. "I'm doing
it this way because this will be your own assignments tonight." She then
positioned a mirror in front of her pussy and angled it so she, and of
course, we too, could see clearly into the deep pink slit of her sex.
"This is my pussy, ladies. This is what every filthy little boy and men
in this world wants to plug with his cock, hand or anything else he can
think of."
Susie gasped from embarrassment.
"Keep watching, Morrow, or you'll fail tomorrow's test. See my pubic
hair. Lots more than yours I'll bet, but give yourself a little longer and
yours will be the same." One hand held the puss lips apart. "The outer
lips," she said, sliding fingers around the rim of the puffy edges. "And
here, the inner lips or labia. These are the lips you would have stroked
so lovingly last night. See how much pinker they are? It's because
millions of little blood vessels are close to the surface to feed the
nervous system and that's why they are so sensitive. Here is the little
hole we pee through." She rubbed a finger over the wet little hole. I was
surprised at how tiny it looked.
"It might be small but stretches when a stream is forced through it.
Now you've still got something I haven't," she went on, her fingers moving
downwards.
"What do you think it could be?"
"My cherry," Jonie answered immediately.
"Very good. Yes, you're still virgins and there's a barrier called your
hymen just inside your pussy lips. You can poke your finger inside, very
carefully I might add, and feel it. The first time you have sex, it is
broken forever. See how my whole finger slides inside my pussy. You can't
do this until you let a man in first."
We all watched in silence as her index finger slid the full length in
and out of her pussy. "This is also the channel from which your monthly
periods flow. I take it you are all free of the curse at present." We all
nodded.
She finally withdrew her finger and wiped the wetness on her other hand.
"It's nice doing that but a cock feels much better, believe me. Now
there's just one more spot. The most important, as you'll soon realise.
This little cover," she said, pushing back some skin at the top of her
slit, "This is where the most pleasure comes for a woman. Do you know what
it is?"
Silence reigned.
"This ladies is your clitoris. It is most like a man's cock for it
swells when you're aroused and gives the most incredible feelings. When
you masturbate, this..."
"What does that mean, Evelyn?" Kimberley asked. "Masterate?"
"It's masturbate, Hayes. That's what you did to yourselves last night.
You masturbated. Most women do it from time to time but boys and men do it
probably more often than having sex with a woman. Especially if the man
has no wife or lover. But what they do is quite different to us. You'll
learn about their nasty ways tomorrow. Now back to what I was saying,
"This will become the focal point of your sexual life. This little nub of
flesh is what you will want your partner to stroke or poke or suck or
nibble or lick or kiss or rub or nuzzle more than anything else."
We all listened in silence. I'm sure the others were coming to terms
with all the things men did to our clitoris. I was too but more so because
I thought deeply about what she said about men without a wife. They
masturbated. Oh, gosh, Uncle Ben masturbates, just like I did last night.
I couldn't believe it.
"I see I've finally got your full attention at last. Well believe me,
they'll all want to do it and it will be very nice. The best. Better than
when they push their cock right up inside your pussy...""I think I'm going
to be sick," Susie gasped.
"Nonsense," Evelyn looked around. "Just believe me, it gives you the
best feelings. But there's one important thing. You must learn to know
what feels best for you so that when your lover finally gets you alone and
the heavy breathing starts, you can guide him to the ways that make you
feel the best. If you don't it's slam, bam, thank you ma'am and he's
finished and falling asleep before you begin to feel sexy let alone
satisfied. Do you all understand?"
We all said yes in one way or another but I was sure there was a lot
more to it than being that simple. Hopefully if we kept up this so-called
class, we might eventually understand a lot more. What she showed us today
though was a total education about my puss that I had never even thought
about before. And Uncle Ben, masturbating? I wonder how often he does it?
And how?
"Now I want to say something about what men want to do when a couple
first become amorous. They love to watch you undress, a strip tease as it
were and they love to help you do it. In fact many men want you to remain
totally still while they undo every button, zipper and catch right down to
the suspenders and bra. I think they fantasize about it so much that when
the occasional chance comes their way, they want to do everything. So
you'll have to get used to undressing without being embarrassed. Be shy by
all means for they love that. It's the power of the male and all that
stuff. But if he wants to watch you or do it himself, let him. Be little
Miss Innocent and blush for all your worth but never be nervous. It'll
take some practice because baring your all isn't easy. So we're going to
start right now."
"Evelyn," Susie wailed. "I don't want to take my clothes off in front
of everyone."
"Me either," I said nervously.
"I didn't say you were going to, but it will be a test for you.
Remember, no nervousness and you can blush as much as you want. Now line
up in front of the settee," she directed as she sat down on it.
Without saying more she leaned over and ran her hands up under my skirt
and began to slide my panties down. I couldn't believe it and jumped
backwards, slipping over onto the carpet.
"Stand up and be still," was all Evelyn said.
I looked at the others and they looked as shocked as I felt.
"Remember, no embarrassment. If I were your boyfriend, you'd be a
disaster."
I stood up and she continued until the pink undies were around my
ankles. She made me lift one foot and then the other then picked them up
and laid them neatly out at one end of the settee. I knew I was blushing
like never before and realised I had let this happen without saying one
word.
Jonie was next and she made no objection at all. In fact she was
smiling to herself as black lace slid downwards. Evelyn laid them out
beside mine.
Kimberley jumped as Evelyn moved in front of her and gasped a
questioning "Uhm," while her face was the picture of devastation but she
too didn't object. Her pink cotton panties were laid beside the others.
"No," Susie said, backing away slightly. She didn't want to do it but
she didn't want to be the only one to object. Evelyn just indicated with
her hand that she wanted Susie to step up and finally she gave in.
"I really don't want to do this," she whimpered. "Please don't tell
anyone, Evelyn." Tears flowed down her face but she allowed Evelyn's hands
to roam under her face but she allowed Evelyn's hands to roam under her
skirt and stepped out of her bright red panties as they fell around her
ankles.
"Well now, we're all the same. Naked pussies. Can't you feel the
freedom?"
I agreed I could and it felt rather naughty.
"Alright. We're going to have two votes," Evelyn said as she handed us
each two pieces of blank paper and a pen. "You will write either yes or no
to the following questions. The first is: Do you want to masturbate
together in this room? Now remember this, you all know everyone has done
it and you are going to do it again. It'll be a lot easier for me to
supervise. Write your answer."
I had thought a lot about it and intended to say no, that I wanted to be
in a separate room but something made me change my mind. I think there's
an evil gnome mixing up my brain at present. Anyway I wrote yes and laid
it face down on the table just as the others did. It wasn't a secret
ballot because Evelyn then turned up our answers and left them in front of
each voter. I thought they were going to think me sick because I said yes
but surprise, surprise. Everyone agreed.
"That saves me a lot of time," Evelyn said and then continued. "The
second vote is for sometime later once you've begun to understand your
sexual needs better. Write yes or no to this: Do you want to explore the
body of other girls and allow them to do the same to you?"
"Oh," Susie gasped. "I didn't think... Oh, what must I..."
"Just mark your answer as you want, Morrow. Leave out the hysterics."
I had never once felt the desire to do so until Evelyn put the idea into
our heads. At least we were all friends and had seen each other in various
states of undress many times in the change rooms. But to touch and be
touched was more than naughty, and it made me feel very sexy. I wrote yes
again.
Evelyn read out the results as she turned each vote over. "Yes, yes,
no, yes. I guess that leaves you as the only dissenter, Morrow."
"I'm sorry, really," she looked around at each of us trying to make us
understand
"It's alright, Morrow. It's simply your choice and you won't be forced.
I'm sure the others understand your reluctance."
"It's not that I don't like you. You're my friends," she whined at us.
"I didn't think you would want to."
"Morrow, let's not have any dramatics. It won't happen for a week or so
and you might just change your mind. Well, we've got just over half an
hour to give yourselves an orgasm with no parental constraints. To make it
a little easier on the more reluctant ones, I think you can lay down on the
rug with your heads in the centre and your feet pointing to each corner.
At least then, you'll keep your pussies from the other's gazes. Everyone
on their backs, knees wide apart and heels tucked into your bottom.
Remember your clitoris, that's the spot but don't forget how nice it felt
when you stroked your labia last night. Start now and I will tell you when
fifteen minutes are up. You'll need just as long to calm down again."
I tried to relax but realising all four of us were doing such an illicit
thing and in front of this older girl who apparently was going to make sure
we were doing it right, well, it made me more and more tense. I wet my
finger and began to slowly stroke my lips, finding that the whole of my
puss was sodden with the same sticky substance I found last night. It made
my fingertips slide easily and soon the sensations were building just like
last night. Jonie who was on one side of me was already moaning from her
pleasures, just a few grunts coming from the others.
"Try your finger here," Evelyn said as I felt her lift my hand off the
tender puss lips and press against my newfound clitoris. My eyes were
closed but it didn't take a genius to realise she was kneeling directly in
front and looking at everything I owned. Wide open puss lips, clitoris and
probably even my bottom hole.
Oh, goodness, what have I got myself into, I thought but when she took
my fingertip between her fingers and began to vibrate it across my
clitoris, modesty left me completely. She let go and I moved my finger all
the faster, realising that the harder I pressed, the narrower the
knife-edge I seemed to be walking along, got. It was good, very good, much
more sensitive than last night. Much deeper sensations that seemed to
cover my whole crotch and my nipples that were still covered thank heavens.
I knew I was moaning and crying out with the best of them and the other
girl's noises meant nothing. All I wanted was to make my body respond more
and more. I was trembling with sensations that simply took control and it
seemed the knifeedge was so narrow I could only fall off. Sure enough, my
whole nervous system exploded as shuddering sensations wracked my legs and
torso. I was out of control as lightening tore through me, causing my head
to bob up and down, face quivering with emotion, moaning cries rising to
the ceiling. My orgasm had shown itself to me for the first time. Oh,
what a wondrous feeling it was. I knew I was calming down because
eventually my leg muscles stopped doing their own thing and my whole body
subsided into a period of blissful relaxation.
I did this. I made my body show me pleasures I had never dreamed of.
Others around me were still finding their pleasures because the loudness
still reverberated but I didn't care. I was feeling just fine. I could
sleep for a whole week without any trouble. I laid quietly and enjoyed.
"Keep going," I heard a voice say. "Come on, do it again. As many as
you can give yourself in fifteen minutes."
A hand pressed my fingers against a still quivering clitoris and rotated
them over the surface. I was weak with expended energy but I could feel
the sensations rising again almost instantly. I wriggled and pressed the
four fingers over my puss and mainly against the most wondrous clitoris and
soon felt my legs vibrating again. It was all happening so quickly this
time I couldn't believe it. I was crying freely, half squealing as a
second orgasm rose swiftly inside my puss. It was much faster this time,
like the froth in a washing machine as it began to overflow. I couldn't
stop my fingers from as it began to overflow. I couldn't stop my fingers
from their task. They had taken over this time and as the explosion
erupted, all breath was driven from my lungs and I struggled to breathe for
what seemed a lifetime. And then it laid me down softly as the sensations
slowly subsided. I was in heaven, I thought. I made myself come twice and
lie still feeling the pleasures dwindling and yet cling to me. How long
would they take to go away? Surely, it couldn't be any better than this?
How could it?
The others were sighing or half sobbing and I knew we had all succeeded.
We were all jubilant and half asleep. We were learning what being a woman
was all about.
Evelyn left us in peace for a long time until finally her soft voice
told us it was time to go.
"You've learned much, ladies," she said as we began to sit up, pulling
our skirts down in automatic modesty. "You all achieved orgasms, three of
you twice. Well done. Tonight in the privacy of your rooms I want each of
you to draw your pussy by looking in a mirror just as I did for you. Fill
in all the details and have a ruler handy. I want each drawing to be
exactly life-size. No names in case it should fall into wrong hands. And
after that you can practice again if you want. Just remember the noise
though. Parents know more than you give them credit for."
Chapter Seven Lunchtime the next day, we all arrived together to the
meeting place; a seat furthest from the school and Evelyn was already
waiting.
"My, my. We're all smiles today," she joked. "What's caused this then?
"You," Jonie said as she handed over her drawing. I took mine from a
book I had been clutching all morning. As Susie handed hers over, we heard
her whisper, "Evelyn, I want the girls to touch me too. Can I change my
mind please?"
"Sure, Morrow. I thought you would. Hey good drawing too."
I was proud of my effort, which had taken over two hours to complete.
I'd shaded it and made sure the length of my puss lips were exact as well
as the width of my clitoris. I even tried to draw in the legs and
squiggled in a lot of curly hair surrounding my puss. The little pee-hole
was the easiest. I handed it to Evelyn.
"That's very good too." She looked at Kimberley's and congratulated her
too. "I really didn't expect this high standard of work. Well done. I've
marked them one to four in alphabetical order so I'll know who is who but
no one else will. They'll remain with me always."
"What will you do with them, Evelyn?" Kimberley asked.
"Probably look at them and start touching herself," Jonie said with a
giggle.
"I just might. But once you've left school, they'll be framed and hung
in my bedroom. Four juicy pussies that had been poked in my face one
special night." It sent us into fits of laughter.
"Well I was going to show you what a man hides between his legs. Do you
want to see or not?"
The answer was obvious. This was what it was really all about.
She looked around and then brought a book from her bag. She opened it
at a marked page held it up to show us a black and white photo of a crinkly
little finger of flesh hanging down between a mans legs. It seemed to be
nestled against a bag with two rounded lumps. "This, ladies, is man's
pride and joy. His cock. His penis to be more accurate."
"It looks so insignificant," Kimberley said. "What makes them so proud
of that?"
"It doesn't always look like that," Evelyn said. "I guess you could say
this is in a state of sleep. See the tip here. You can just see a crease.
That's where he pees from and these things behind his cock are his
testicles."
"His balls," Jonie added.
"They do mostly call them that, Sullivan. The two testicles actually
manufacture their sperm inside the scrotum, that's the pouch of skin here,
but the sperm is stored in a sac somewhere near their bladder. I'm sure
you've all heard the term, 'Kick him in the balls'?
I had and so had the other girls. "That's if someone tries to rape me,"
Susie said.
"Why?"
"Because it's the most tender part of his whole body. If you grabbed
his pouch, his balls, and squeezed, it brings on the most intense sickening
pain and usually flattens them. They can't even stand up for minutes
afterwards. I guess kicking them there would be all the worse. But if
instead, you ran your fingers lightly over the surface it brings on the
most erotic feelings a man can experience. His sexual drive stems solely
from what's between his legs. We get sexy feelings from lots of areas but
he can only think of his cock and balls. That's all he ever wants stroked
and when you do it this is what happens."
I gasped when she brought out a magazine that showed a close-up
photograph of this huge curved thing that was pointing towards the sky.
"It does look like a banana but not yellow," I gasped which set Evelyn
into wild laughter.
"I couldn't imagine it ever being yellow," she laughed. "Unless he
caught some dreaded disease. At least it has the same shape."
"Someone once told me their father's looked like a banana and all I
pictured was this yellow thing. I didn't know."
"That's not what they do with it though, is it, Evelyn?" Kimberley
asked.
"If you mean to fuck you, it surely is."
"But it wouldn't fit. It's too big," she said, her eyes bulging.
"What makes it change shape?" I now realised why Uncle Ben was so
selfconscious about me sitting on his lap sometimes.
"The moment a man thinks or sees or hears or starts to do something that
is remotely sexy something triggers his brain and blood rushes into this
little bit of gristle," Evelyn explained, pointing back to the first photo.
"In seconds he looks like this or something in between. Sometimes he grows
just a little at first and when his partner begins to stimulate him, either
by kissing him or stroking his cock, he hardens up instantly."
"How does he masturbate then?" I asked. "The pee-hole is so small."
"He does it quite differently. He takes his erection in his hand and
rubs it back and forth along the whole length. Most men come much more
quickly than we do and that's why we have to learn to keep them from
exploding until we have our orgasm. Otherwise, once he ejaculates, all he
wants to do is roll over and go to sleep."
"Does ejaculate mean something like shoot?" Susie asked shyly. I had
never heard the word either.
"That's an apt description, Morrow. That's exactly what they do. When
they achieve orgasm, sperm shoots out of the tip of their cock in very
strong spurts. It's all white and gooey and is meant to be lodged as deep
inside our vagina as possible to give the sperm the best chance fertilizing
the egg that might be ready in our womb."
"So that's what happens. I've seen television pictures of fish
fertilizing their eggs but I never knew how people did it. Does it hurt?"
Susie again.
"Not at all. I guess I've felt the spurts a few times because they were
so strong but as we both have the same body temperatures, you hardly notice
it."
"Doesn't it simply run out when he stops?" Susie again, I thought to
myself.
"Sure but the strongest little sperms, they're microscopic you know, are
already swimming up our vulva towards their only goal, to be the first to
attach itself to our waiting egg. The moment that happens, boom and you're
pregnant."
"Gosh, I don't want to do it at all then," Susie said again.
"I do," Jonie stated matter of factly.
"It means you must protect yourself all the time," Evelyn said. "Here,
I've brought these for you. Two condoms each. Keep them in your purse and
if the time ever comes when you give in to a boy who hasn't got one, at
least there a good chance you won't get pregnant and you won't catch any
diseases. Of course, the Pill is the easiest but I'm sure your mothers
won't be too happy about letting you use that right now, and the Pill will
not stop you catching Aids or some other nasty if you pick the wrong guy to
dally with."
"I wouldn't be game to ask Mum anyway," Kimberley said.
"Me either," Susie added.
"I've already got a packet," Jonie said. "But I don't use them."
"How did you get them?" I asked, enviously.
"My sister. She takes them all the time, I mean one every morning. Mum
knows. I think she does it with her boyfriend but she won't say."
"If you've got a boyfriend, you can bet you'll get up to naughty things
before long, and when you've done it once you'll want to do it again and
again," Evelyn told her. "You're probably right."
"Evelyn, wouldn't he make a mess of himself if the sperm shoots out so
fast? He'd get it all over himself,"
I asked. "Do they do other things too?"
"You're right," she said. "One of my boyfriends told me he always wore
a rubber and when his pleasure was over he just threw the condom full of
sperm down the toilet. One of my boyfriends went berserk every time he saw
me taking my panties down and he took them home with him. When he gave
them back they were always crunched up into a little ball and hard as
anything. He rubbed his cock with my panties and shot the stuff into them
then screwed them up and put them away so his mother wouldn't find them."
"Did you have to throw them away?"
"No, it washes out, silly. But I must say, letting him watch me take my
undies off always made him so randy. He was a good lover."
"Why did you stop doing it with him then?" This came from me before I
even realised.
"It was sad," she said with a far off look in her eyes. "His parents
moved away and I've never seen him since."
"Did you really take all your clothes off in front of him, Evelyn?"
Kimberley asked.
"Only when we were inside, when our parents were out. Otherwise we did
it in his car or in a forest or somewhere secluded. Then he just unzipped
his fly and I lowered my panties a little. If anybody had ever caught us,
we would have been at least decent."
"And you never got pregnant?" Jonie asked.
"I took the pill and always made them use a condom, every boy I did it
with. It's important to make sure the damn thing doesn't slip off his cock
until it's well away from your pussy too. I've heard of little accidents
like that."
"Gosh, it sounds so complicated," Susie wailed. "I'd be too scared to
do any of this with a boy."
"I want to do it, it seems so exciting." Jonie said and I could see she
was very worked up.
"I'm sure you're going to be a little raver, Sullivan. You're a very
sexy girl," Evelyn said with a smile. I was very envious.
"There's no class tonight, girls," Evelyn said as she put the pictures
away and all of us moaned with disappointment. "And I'll be away on a trip
tomorrow over lunch. We'll meet at my place after school and I want twenty
dollars from each of you."
I was so surprised because Evelyn had never mentioned anything about
charging for her class.
"Twenty dollars? What for, Evelyn?" Kimberley asked with surprise.
"It's not for me," she said. "I'm hiring a special video for you.
You'll finally get to see people having real sex with all the details.
Even sperm. In fact it'll cover two videos but the second one will be for
later on. It will show some of the more beastly things men do to us. You
need to see it so you won't be surprised when someone first tries."
"Gosh," Susie blushed.
"Can everyone bring that much?"
"You bet," Jonie said and we all responded likewise.
Chapter Five As I walked home that night I wondered what Uncle Ben would
say if he knew I was going to see something like that tomorrow. He'd
probably turn white and forbid me but I had no intention of telling him. I
was finally keeping a secret from my Uncle. I knew I would feel bad about
it so decided I would be extra nice to him tonight.
Meanwhile I had an assignment to do for Evelyn as well as the usual
homework. But Evelyn's was the most exciting. We all had to draw our left
breast while the nipple was hard and raised and then carefully write
dimensions just like an architect does on a house plan. Evelyn had shown
us on a slip of paper so I knew what to do.
Stripping my blouse and bra off I looked at the swelling for some time
in the mirror and realised how lovely they looked. I had touched my
breasts quite frequently and seen the nipple rise up so it took just a few
seconds of fondling to achieve the result. I positioned a mirror at the
side of the breast so I could get a side on reflection in the big mirror on
my dressing table. With my ruler I wrote down all the sizes; thickness and
length of the extended nipple, width of the aureole, distance between both
nipples, width and height of my breast. Luckily it was still very firm;
well it should be, I thought. I am still only seventeen. I was a fair
artist and quite pleased with my work. I coloured in the nipple and made
sure the crinkly taut skin where the nipple rose from my aureole was
clearly outlined. I stroked my breast again to tighten the nipple and when
I held it up against the mirror image, found the likeness was very real.
I was just finishing when the front door slammed.
"I'm home darling," Uncle Ben called out.
In a frantic rush I grabbed my blouse and put it on, doing up the
buttons as I scurried downstairs. What if he had caught me? I thought.
It would be so embarrassing. Then I remembered the drawing was still
laying on my dressing table. Uncle Ben rarely came into my room but if he
did, he would see it without fail. I turned to run back as he called me.
"Can you take this dear? I've got to run to the toilet." He left me with
his bag, coat and parcel of groceries. "Put them away," he called out.
If I ran upstairs now he would hear me because the floor squeaked and I
had to pass the toilet. I had to hope he wouldn't look in. Please let him
come straight down I prayed to myself.
I was sure he hadn't but when he arrived back, I saw him look straight
at my breasts. I turned deep red but he said nothing. We made dinner and
several times I caught him glancing at my chest as he sat opposite. He
knows, I thought and I bit my lip to stop a watershed of tears. I was near
telling him I was sorry for drawing it when he leaned over and said,
"Darling, there's two buttons undone on your blouse. It's gaping wide
open."
I gasped and looked down all at once and found my bosoms were almost
poking out for I hadn't even put my bra back on. He could see the valley
between my mounds but with all the worrying about being caught out for
drawing a tit, I never realised I was so undressed. In my rush to redress
when he came home, I had missed them.
My face was bright red as I closed the gaping hole and decided to brazen
it out.
"Why, Uncle Ben you naughty man, you've been looking all this time. Why
didn't you tell me right away?"
It was his turn to squirm and I'm sure his face was redder than mine had
been.
"I'm sorry, darling. I didn't want to embarrass you. I didn't see
your... I couldn't... It didn't worry me, truly," he stammered, returning
to the food in front of him.
I moved around the table to his side. "I know you wouldn't have looked.
I was just teasing. Anyway, your almost as good as my father so I suppose
you have every right to look at my... at these, if you want to." I was
thinking how smart it would have been to say but couldn't believe I had
blurted it out. I kissed the side of his cheek and quickly sat down again.
It was my turn to concentrate on my food.
"You are a wonderful girl," he said and I saw his wide smile as I looked
up.
"I didn't mean to say that, Uncle."
"It's alright, darling. It's wonderful that you can talk that way to
me. You're so open, it makes me feel proud."
"I do love you, Daddy," I smiled back at him and we both realised
together what I had called him.
"You called me, Daddy," he said, a little flustered.
"It just slipped out," I said. "But it's true you are more like my
Daddy than my real Daddy was."
"Time has changed your memory," he smiled back at me.
"No, I mean it. You love me more than Dad ever did and I love you more
too." I looked at him for a moment and then added, "Uncle Ben, would you
mind if I called you Daddy all the time instead of Uncle Ben?"
"Well," he sat back in his chair, trying to think of an answer. "I
don't see why not. Yes, I'd like that, dear. I'd be proud to have you
call me Daddy."
I walked to his side and kissed him for longer than I had meant to.
"Thank you, Daddy. I'm glad we talked about this."
We were becoming a mutual admiration society, I thought but I wanted
something more. I wanted intimacy with him. More than girls usually had
with their parents and I was sure it could be made to happen. It might
just take a little time.
"I've got a bit of homework to finish," I said. "Would you mind if I
didn't help you clean up tonight? I'll be down for the movie."
Of course he didn't mind.
I placed my drawing inside one of my books and finished the rest of my
work in time to shower, pull on my nightdress, nothing underneath again,
and join Daddy on the sofa as the movie began.
"What's it about?" I knew because I'd read the guide last night. He'd
chosen some tear-jerker that sounded lousy.
"There's a better one on channel six," I said reaching for the guide.
"See, this one."
I held it up for him to read. It was classified mature adult because of
adult themes, nudity and sex scenes.
"It's alright. I know you like watching those," I whispered near his
ear. "I don't mind, besides I might learn something," I giggled.
"You really shouldn't be seeing movies like this," he squirmed but
flicked the channel over anyway. "Would you mind sitting beside me, dear?
My legs..."
"I do know why you want me off your knee, Daddy, but it's alright. I
know that men get erections," I whispered, my lips near his ear again, our
cheeks together. "Please let me stay here," I pleaded. "It doesn't worry
me."
"But..."
"Just hold me, Daddy. Hold me tightly, like your little girl."
Both my arms were around his neck and shoulders and he couldn't have
prised me off if he wanted to. I snuggled my face against his, he looking
at the television, me looking over the back of the sofa.
"You can't see, dear," he complained.
"It doesn't matter. I'll know when the good bits happen."
"What do you mean?"
"That's when this hard thing presses into me and your breathing gets
faster," I whispered.
"That's naughty," he gasped.
"I know."
"Maybe we shouldn't do this, sweetheart. Would you like to play a game
instead?"
"No."
His arms tightened around me and I felt his face press into mine. It
was very comforting and I felt secure in his arms.
"I love you, Daddy," I whispered, not listening to the film.
"You're being very naughty," he whispered back, but his hand stroked my
bottom in acceptance. "You deserve a spanking."
"One day I might let you," I replied and immediately I felt his hardness
rise against me.
"Is she undressed?" I asked.
"No."
"So what made it hard?"
"You did, and it must stop."
"Yes, Daddy. I'll be your good little girl."
I had no idea why I said these things. They just seemed sexy and I
blurted them out.
After that, we were silent, Daddy breathing faster and his whatsit
pushing into my bottom cheek from time to time. He wriggled but couldn't
stop the hardness from making it's presence felt. I took no interest in
the sound and in fact drifted off to sleep, waking when he tried to move
from under me.
"It's over," he said.
"Was it good?"
"Oh, OK I suppose."
"Plenty of uhm, bare breasts, I suppose?"
"Don't be crude. But yes, there were a few."
"I know. I felt them," I said giggling into his shoulder.
"Now stop it, darling. It's embarrassing."
I lifted my head and looked straight into his eyes. With a voice so
serious it even surprised me, I said, "Daddy we're a team. There shouldn't
be any secrets between us and living together should be fun. You shouldn't
be embarrassed about sex in front of me. I know men like to see naked
women. They all do, it's natural. Why are there so many girlie magazines
on the news-stands and why is pornography so popular? Because it excites
men. Why should you be any different? I don't mind if you look at their
boobs on TV or even if you brought home some of those books to read. It
wouldn't upset me in the least. In fact I'd like to read them too. I've
never seen inside one and it intrigues me. When I'm with you I'm not
embarrassed about anything and I don't want to keep any secrets from you.
Nothing. It's because I love my Daddy and trust him with everything. Can
you understand that, Daddy?"
His eyes never left mine for a moment and when I'd finished he swallowed
hard. Our faces were close together and I felt him holding me by my rib
cage, very tightly.
After a long pause, with tears making his eyes sparkle he said, "What
did I do to deserve a daughter like this? So mature in her understanding.
So beautiful and so wonderful. Definitely beautiful. You're right, we are
a team and there's no reason in this world why there should be any secrets
between us at all. I love you, darling."
He kissed me right on the lips. Nothing bordering on sensual as they do
in the movies, just a loving kiss of deep friendship.
"You've never kissed me on the lips before, Daddy. It was nice. I'm
glad we had this talk and I'm glad we'll have no secrets. But it's only
between us, right? You wouldn't tell anyone about any of our secrets? I'd
simply die if anyone found out I sat on your knee so I could feel your
erection."
"Well perhaps that's getting a little too personal but you're right, I
do get an erection when I see naked women."
"It must be difficult for you now that Aunt Patricia's gone. For sex, I
mean. I read that men need to do it regularly."
"It's true." He was uncomfortable, I could see but I kept on. "You
don't have any friends, any ladies, though, Daddy."
"I have you," he smiled, the tears welling again but he was in control.
"That's not what I meant."
"I know. No, I haven't had any lady friends since your mother died."
"There's girls you could pay."
"I couldn't do that, it's not right," he replied but he didn't sound
convincing.
"Lot's of men do."
"You're right but it's not for me," he blushed deeply.
"Then how...?"
"Please let's not talk about that now, darling," he said as his voice
almost broke. "Maybe another time. I'm still getting used to this thing
called no secrets."
"So you've got a secret you're not telling me about?"
"I guess so. Maybe one day I'll be brave enough."
"You're a brave man to me right now, darling Daddy," I whispered and
touched his nose with mine. "I've got a secret to show you," I said
looking slyly. "But you'll have to carry me upstairs."
"Why upstairs?"
"Because that's where it is. In my bedroom."
"You're not going to get...?"
"What?"
"Undress in front of me or something?" He struggled to say the words.
"Would you like me to, Daddy?" I looked seriously at him.
"That's not the point. What we talked about tonight, about me looking
at naked women. You're not intending to do that because of what I said?"
"Carry me upstairs and see, you silly thing," I giggled and kissed his
lips.
"Oh, what have I let myself in for?" He wailed as he lifted me
effortlessly into his arms.
"This is nice, Daddy. I want you to lay me on my bed..."
"Please don't do something we'll later regret, dear," he pleaded, not
wanting to break the spell we'd cast over ourselves.
"Lay me in my bed and tuck me in, I meant. Oh, you are a silly thing,"
I giggled. "It will be just like when I was little. Then I'll show you my
secret."
"Thank goodness that's all," he breathed a sigh of relief.
I pulled the covers back while he still held me and then he lowered me
gently onto the bed, pulling the blankets up around my chin.
"You look beautiful, you know."
"You've already told me."
"You remind me so much of..."
"Of what?"
"I'll tell you some other time."
"More secrets, Daddy?" I accused him. "Now, can you pass me that book.
Yes, the one near my bra."
As I took it I held it to my chest and patted the bed for him to sit
beside me.
"You look as timid as a bridegroom on his wedding night," I giggled.
"I'm fearing what you're going to do," he smiled back.
"You remember how I was showing off my bust to you this evening?"
"How could I forget that?"
"Well it was unintentional, believe me. When you came home tonight, I
was doing something up here that until now I would have not told you about
for anything. So I quickly grabbed my blouse, forgot about not wearing a
bra and raced downstairs not realising I had left the two most strategic
buttons undone. This was what I was doing, drawing for anatomy class.
It's an all girl one."
He took the drawing and studied it at length, glancing from time to time
towards me, taking it all in.
"And this is your...?"
"It is a life size drawing of my left one, here," I patted my left
tittie, "With all the dimensions."
"It is a beautiful breast," he murmured, as his fingertips ran over the
page. "One day I will photograph you just like this. Would you mind?"
"No."
"You're the image of your Aunt. Did you realise that?"
"I never thought about it. Did you photograph her like this, Daddy?"
"Yes."
"Can I see it?"
"Yes, one day."
"Daddy, will you lay on my pillow and hold my hand until I go to sleep?"
"If you like."
He lay down, taking my free hand between both of his. We looked at each
other and as he said, "Good night, darling," our lips touched and remained
together. I closed my eyes.
I never felt him leave but woke the next morning on my own.
Chapter Six After the first twenty minutes, Evelyn's video got a bit
boring. At first our eyes were glued to the television screen as we
watched a man with a definite sneer on his face walk into a bedroom. A
woman came into view from and began to undress him, moaning and gasping as
she did so. I couldn't work out why but she never stopped making those
noises. When his pants slipped to the floor to reveal he had no underwear
on, we all wolf-whistled him. She took the limp penis in her hands and
began to rub him but it was a long time before he grew to any size at all.
"I guarantee any boy you do that to will be hard as a rock in seconds,"
Evelyn said. "These guys have probably fucked half a dozen other girls
before this one and after the first one they begin to lose their stamina.
After six it is just plain torture to get it up at all. I've read all
about the pornographic film industry."
"Shush," Jonie said because the woman had just kneeled down and sucked
his limpness into her mouth.
"Oh, yuk," Susie groaned. "I couldn't do that."
"You would for someone you loved," Evelyn said. "They all love it."
Once he was hard, he stripped her clothes off in seconds and for the
first time I watched a man and woman fucking, for want of a better term.
It was certainly not love making, there was no loving shown from either
one. Just a series of unconvincing groans and grunts and it looked like
neither was enjoying any of what they were doing. Every now and then he'd
grab her breasts and squeeze and maul them, sliding his lips over them so
hard that it must have hurt.
Then he turned her over so she was kneeling on the bed as he began
poking away at her from behind. That made her drooping boobs bounce so
much he couldn't catch them for a moment. We all laughed at the stupidity
of it. Finally, on her back again, he pulled a face like he was in
desperate agony, grunted a few times and pulled his cock out as it splashed
milky stuff onto her stomach.
Evelyn paused the video. "Well?" She asked.
"If that's it, I don't want to do it," Jonie said. "It was disgusting."
We all agreed.
"I agree entirely, but that's pornography. In these films you never see
loving couples together and they always pull out just as he reaches his
orgasm to show the sperm shooting. Men go for that sort of thing. We'll
watch the next bit which might open your eyes some more."
It was a new scene, the actors were younger and the girl even looked as
though she was enjoying her task of sucking the man's penis. He was
standing up, she kneeling.
"Typical male chauvinist," Susie muttered. "Why should the girl be the
one to kneel at his feet?"
"Because if he kneeled at hers, she'd never reach his cock," Jonie
sniggered.
It seemed to go on forever. In and out of her mouth, time and time
again. She stroked his ball sac and he moaned almost on cue as the camera
focused on his face, which was always screwed up in what looked like agony.
At last he grunted louder and she released his cock but pointed it right at
her still open mouth. I couldn't believe what happened next. His sperm
squirted out right into her mouth, spurt after spurt, missing sometimes and
landing over her face and hair. A bit on her chin started to drip onto her
breast but she remained quite still until he had finished. Then
unbelievably she sucked the soft thing back into her mouth as though she
was washing it or something. The last scene was a close-up of her face
with sperm trails all over it.
No-one spoke. It was deadly silence.
"Women do strange things to please their men," Evelyn said quietly,
knowing we were stunned at what we had seen. "Does anybody want to say
something."
"If touching a girl feels nice enough, I'm never going to let a man near
my body," Susie said with a disgusted voice.
"Have you ever done that, Evelyn," Kimberley asked quietly.
"I would think ninety five per cent of all women have at sometime in
their life. Yes I have and it's not as bad as it looks there. You don't
have to let it splash all over you. Anyway I'm sure they like it better
when the girl keeps his cock in her mouth until he finishes. She can then
swallow it or release it down the sink."
"I couldn't do that," Kimberley said, her face quite pale. "Could you?"
She asked me.
"I'm not sure. If I was in love with him I suppose everything about him
is nice. It might be quite different if it's someone you respect."
"I couldn't respect anyone who wanted to do that to me," Susie said
making her feelings quite clear.
"At least it's something you could do while you've got your periods,"
Jonie said. "I'd probably let him do it then."
"You could use your hand then," Susie suggested.
"It's something each of you have got to come to terms with and you
needed to know what some men want to do. We can't meet again this week,
but next Monday you might be can't meet again this week, but next Monday
you might be put off more than ever with what's in the next video. It is
more bizarre and will probably shock you but you should see it. Knowledge
is power, remember that."
"I do want to see it," Susie said. "But only to know what I have to
stop them doing to me."
"Just remember these videos are made for male viewing and many men don't
make such demands. You will work your sex lives out as you see fit,
believe me," Evelyn said kindly.
"Well, you can watch the rest of this one but it's all similar. Or I
can show you a short one that's very special. You won't see all the detail
but you will see a normal couple making love. Which is it to be?"
We all cried out together, "The second one."
"There's just one condition and I want each of you individually to
promise you will never mention this to anyone. Repeat, not to anyone."
"I promise, Evelyn," Jonie said.
"So do I," I agreed.
"I won't tell anyone," Susie said.
"It will be my secret too," Kimberley said.
"I will kill you if I ever find out one of you did," Evelyn said
seriously.
"Gosh," Susie said.
"Well, it's a very special video of two people and I borrowed it without
them knowing. It would devastate them if they knew."
She changed the tapes over and from the moment the screen lit up I knew
it was an amateur video using a home video camera.
It was set up in a bedroom, a double bed with covers folded back and no
actors. They arrived shortly, dressed in street clothes, hand in hand, the
woman looking a little nervous. I thought they were about Daddy's age, in
their late thirties.
"I've waited all day for this, darling," the man said.
"That thing makes me nervous," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine. We can look back on this for years to come
and when we're seventy we'll laugh together."
He knelt in front of her, holding her thighs and asked for a kiss. She
held his face with obvious love as she leaned forward and they held each
other's lips in a long embrace.
He reached up and began to undo her jacket and the blouse underneath.
She stood as he removed these, leaving her bra on. She turned her back for
him to unzip her skirt and then her bra but when she turned around again,
she held that garment in place.
"Time to display, darling," he cajoled and slowly moved her hands away
to reveal a pair of firm upturned breasts. He took his time kissing each
nipple and complimenting her attributes. Then he kneeled at her side and
looked straight into the camera. With a "Da, da," he slowly eased the
black panties down her legs and stroked his hand over the black mat of
pubic hair.
Standing behind her, he encouraged her to look at the camera and smile
as his hands cupped her tits, stroking and gently squeezing. "Has my baby
got a set of jugs or what?" He asked the camera, bouncing her breasts with
his fingertips.
His face was nuzzling her neck while he still tarried with her breasts
and eventually she turned and began undressing him. We weren't impressed
with his not so muscled chest or portly tummy but when she dropped his
underpants a hard firm cock sprang up and poked her hip.
"You're wet," she complained.
"Guess who's fault that is?"
"It's always mine, isn't it?" She was smiling proudly and continued to
do so as she looked directly at the camera and commented on his manhood.
"The moment I touch this it springs up. Quite impressive really, over
eight inches long and three inches thick and he knows how to use it. Oh,"
she finished and we could see the blotchy blushes right down to her
breasts. She laid him along the bed and began to stroke his body, kissing
every inch she had touched, running her tongue around his nipples and belly
button. She played with his upstanding cock and balls for several minutes,
putting the very tip of his cock between her lips as she kissed it from
time to time.
"Wait," he called out and she withdrew her hands, watching his crotch
intently for a few moments.
"Was it close?"
"Very."
"Then you'd better do me for a while." She lay down beside him and
raised her knees.
He kneeled between her spread knees and kissed her passionately on the
lips, a smile of anticipation on each of their faces. Then slowly his lips
moved down her body, kissing eyes, nose, ears, neck and finally the tip of
each breast, which stood up firmly.
I glanced around and all eyes were glued to the screen, even Evelyn's.
She was smiling gently as she took it all in.
The man stayed attached to the breasts for a long time, kissing,
licking, sucking the nipples into his mouth and blowing then out again. He
put his face between the mounds and pressed them against his cheeks before
shaking his head from side to side and blowing hard. The sounds were very
clear.
When he took a nipple between his teeth and stretched it upwards, making
the breast a pointed cone, Susie uttered an, 'ouch,' in sympathy but no one
lost their concentration. Finally he complimented her attributes, moving
up to kiss her quickly on the lips and then moved down again. He wasted
little time on her belly button once he had licked his tongue around the
indentation and then he moved to her widely presented puss.
We couldn't see any of the pinkness, just the thick hair surrounding her
private place. His fingers moved to where her slit was and obviously
parted the lips wider then immediately kissed them. Several of us gasped
and I felt the stirrings of arousal in my own loins as he continued.
"The most beautiful tulip in the world," he said aloud, looking up at
her face with a smile.
She was stroking her own breasts now and was in obvious bliss for her
head gently swayed from side to side on the pillow.
His face delved between her thighs again and I saw his tongue protruding
just as he joined with her.
"Oh, my god," Jonie whispered. "I think I'm going to come." No one
seemed to care.
His face never rose from her puss after that. He moved his head from to
side and up and down rapidly, but whatever he was doing never ceased. She
was obviously aroused for her head was jerking up and sideways more often,
she gave out little moans, which became louder. Her hands were pushing his
face harder against her sex hole.
"He's licking and sucking her clitoris." Evelyn said quietly. "It
drives you wild."
Jonie was shivering which made me glance towards her. She had her hand
under her skirt and moving it vigorously. I don't think Susie even
realised one of her hands was cupping her own breast. The man's hand was
moving along his wife's thighs and over her stomach, occasionally touching
the edge of her breasts.
"Oh, Jim, now. I'm ready. Now, please. Quickly." She was shaking so
much I thought her orgasm had begun.
He moved quickly and I saw his penis slide easily inside her. Her legs
wound around his bottom and she locked then together with her feet. Her
arms clung tightly around his neck.
"Love me darling," she whispered and I saw his bottom begin to move up
and down. It was so different from the two scenes we saw on the last
video. That showed everything, the man's cock and her vagina, close-ups of
her bosoms and their bottom holes. All that.
This film left the viewer to imagine what was happening between them.
We all knew that between their pressed bodies a penis was being stroked in
and out of the woman's puss and it was happening because they loved each
other. We didn't have to see the detail, we just knew.
They were both moaning in varying degrees, her voice much louder, higher
pitched and synchronized to the thrusts he made into her. His thrusting
increased with more urgency and then she tightened her arms around his neck
and shoulders as her voice rose to a continuous squeal, her legs shuddering
and raised above his body. She had gained her orgasm and as she began to
calm, so did he. His body jumped so hard it seemed he had been
electrocuted or something. A deep groaning cry and his hips thrust at her
like a piston and then quickly quietened down.
His whole body relaxed on top of her. She showed no discomfort at his
weight, her hands combing through his hair, as she kissed the side of his
cheek. There was silence for some seconds then he pushed his upper body up
and looked down into her face.
"That was wonderful, baby. It was so good," he said as he pecked at her
lips.
"For me too. I love you so much, Jim darling. Oh, you have no idea how
that makes me feel."
She reached out and took a hand towel from her bedside drawers. "I'd
better get rid of it before it makes a mess," she said softly.
"I'll do it." He took the towel and pushed it between his legs. Then he
quickly lifted himself over her, his penis much softer but I thought, still
big. It was shiny and wet. His hands went between her legs again. "Sit
up for a moment, darling," he said. "That's enough. Gosh, look how much."
We couldn't see anything for he folded the towel as he lifted it away
from her and dropped it on the floor. "Now for a rest," he said and moved
back between her legs and clamped his mouth to her opening once again.
"Oh, I can't stand it any longer," someone said and I suddenly realised
Jonie was having an orgasm right beside me. She was shuddering and moaning
in quick gasps.
I looked back to see the man rising to lay beside his wife, a hand
cupping one of her breasts. "I think there's still a lot in there," he
said. "It doesn't matter." They kissed each other and entwined their arms
as they snuggled together.
"Are you alright, Jonie?" Evelyn asked.
She was red faced but just nodded. Her hand had withdrawn from where it
had been. "I came," she said simply. "That's how I want to be fucked."
"I know what you mean. It was beautiful, wasn't it?"
We were all so overcome with emotion that no one wanted to talk. All I
could think of was picturing Daddy and me doing exactly the same things. I
was nearly ready to come myself, I thought, and yet I hadn't touched my
puss at all. Strange feelings were still bubbling inside and I suspected
the others felt the same, even Evelyn.
"I think you should all go home, girls. You've seen how beautiful
loving sex can be. That's what you should always aim for."
She looked at Jonie. "Do you need to clean up a bit?"
"No, I'm OK. Just a bit damp, that's all."
Chapter Eight I couldn't wait to get home and took a shower straight
away. It was Friday and I had the whole weekend with Daddy to myself. I
didn't want to wait 'til after dinner before we could begin to talk, to
tease each other. The last week or so had been a turning point in my life
and I knew that I someday, soon I hoped, Daddy would become more than my
father and friend. Someday he would be my lover, teacher, disciplinarian,
and my husband.
I was sure he knew more was going on between us than was normally
acceptable between father and daughter, but he had made no move to stop it,
although I had been the one who took all the initiatives. I hoped that he
accepted the closer, intimate relationship that had developed in the last
week as something he wanted to happen too, not just going along with what I
was doing for want of embarrassing me and then possibly losing my trust, my
closeness with him. Surely he felt the sexual tension and liked it as
well. Not that we had touched each other sexually at all, it was innuendo
and teasing but to me it was exciting and I wanted more.
If we moved to the next stage, perhaps letting him see me undressed or
touching each other, would he continue to participate in my games or would
he be frightened off? Did he think of me in a sexual way? I think he did
because of the erections he had but then, most of those were from watching
adult TV shows. He certainly enjoyed looking at naked tits on the screen.
What would he do if I put his hand under my nightdress? Probably come,
I smiled to myself. And how does he cope with not having a wife to fuck?
If he knew I was willing to let him do it to me, would he do it or run a
mile? t It was then that I decided each step of my seduction, for that was
what it would be, would progress very slowly. I had to be sure he was
happy to move up the scale of sexual sin or I might lose him completely. I
was quite sure he would make none of the first moves in any stage of our
sexual growing together. But up to now, once I had done or said something,
like acknowledging his erections, he never showed he wanted to stop.
Perhaps I should stroke it one time, which might be a good test. And what
about his reaction when we talked about spanking me? I saw his eyes light
up at the thought. I hope he doesn't do it too hard.
I met him as he opened the door, dressed in nothing more than a new
nightdress that fell to just above my knees. It was soft, pink, covering
right up to my neck but a panel in the bodice showed off my cleavage for
what that was worth. A size 10B bra means there is not a lot of mound to
poke out the front but I thought they still looked beautiful. The arms had
short puffed sleeves and little flowers were embroidered around the
neckline. Three buttons at the back held the garment together.
"Well, what's this?" He smiled and swept me into his arms, our cheeks
touching. I felt wonderful. "I like this kind of welcoming committee," he
added. "Are you tired, dear. Going to bed early?"
"Noooo," I said coyly. "I just wanted to look nice for my Daddy. Do
you like it?"
"You look just beautiful." He hugged me again and ran his hand down my
back, just stopping short of my bottom crease.
"I've not nothing else on again," I smiled at him.
"I thought as much. Perhaps we should go to a nudist colony, then you
could take this off too."
"Oh, you're naughty," I smiled and pecked him on the lips. "Daddy I
loved last night so much that I wanted to begin earlier. Can we get home
delivery for dinner? Then we can snuggle up straight away. You could
shower now."
"Sure, that would be nice. You order what you want and I'll go
upstairs."
We'd been smiling at each other from time to time as we ate the pizza
and fries. There were almost electric signals passing between us and I was
sure Daddy felt them just as much as I. When we'd finished eating, I knelt
on the sofa beside him.
"Do you know we've got tonight and two whole days that we can be
together with no-one else around?"
"Yes, we have. I hope no one interrupts us."
"The answering machine's on and I put a note on the front door to say
we'll be back late on Sunday night."
"Thought of everything, haven't you? Almost as though you've got
something planned. Have you?" He looked very serious as he looked into my
eyes.
I put one hand against his cheek and pulled his face towards me, then
whispered in his ear. "Daddy, I've loved talking with you these last few
nights. It's brought us closer, don't you think?" He nodded. "And I've
loved calling you Daddy. To me you are my true real father, and yet I see
you as more than that."
"Oh? How do you mean, dear?"
"Well, maybe it's just me but I think we've grown closer together than
most fathers and daughters. Do you feel that too?"
"Yes, I do," he smiled back, touching my hand.
"There's nothing wrong with talking about personal things, is there,
Daddy? I mean it seemed so natural for me to talk about you having an
erection last night and you didn't seem to mind. And we promised to have
no secrets at all?"
"Yes, I remember."
"So if I asked you something very personal, you'd tell me the truth,
whatever it was?"
"That's what it means. I suspect you already know what you're going to
ask."
"I'm just a young girl and I've got to ask to learn things," I
complained with a pout.
"I think you know far more that I do," he smiled.
"How could I?" I looked at him with innocent eyes. "You're the one
that's made love to a woman. A man who's had sex. I am still a virgin,
Daddy. I haven't even seen a man without clothes on yet."
"Oh, so you want to do that, do you?"
"What?"
"Look at a naked man."
"Yes," I said self righteously. "A girl can be curious, can't she?"
He laughed loudly. "Come here," he said, pulling me to him. I was
still kneeling on the sofa and had to raise one knee over him to balance
me. Then holding me close to his chest, our faces almost touching, he
asked, "And why are you curious about naked men?"
I remained silent for a moment and then with downcast eyes and a quiet
voice, said, "Because I..."
"Well?"
"Because I want to see what's between their legs." I put my forehead
against the bridge of his nose so I didn't have to look into his eyes.
"And what do you think is there?"
"That's why I want to look," I said, exasperated.
"But what's it called?"
"His sex, I suppose."
"Do you know it's proper name?"
"His... penis," I whispered, trying I looked embarrassed.
"Well I might be able to help your curiosity," he said.
"What? You?"
"Yes, but not now. Perhaps later."
"You're going to show me what your... uhm, penis looks like?" I looked
wide-eyed at him.
"Don't you want me to?"
"Oh. I never thought..."
"Well just be a little patient. It might surprise you."
"Oh you're just teasing," I said, smiling at him now. I sat back on his
lap, my legs on either side of him and the lump that pressed upwards into
my crotch was hard indeed.
"Oh, Daddy. I can feel your... your thing and it's poking right at
my..."
"Please move off, darling," he said seriously, and stayed very still
while I did so. He breathed deeply once I had moved.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No. It's not that. I nearly..."
"I know," I said rather too enthusiastically. "You nearly had an
orgasm."
"Well... Er, yes." He was flustered so I pressed home my advantage.
"Was it because I was sitting..."
"Yes probably."
"Hmm," I mused. "I know watching some things on TV makes you like that
but we haven't even switched it on. Why was it hard then?"
"My young daughter who wasn't wearing anything under her nightdress was
pressing herself against me. That's why."
"Me? You were thinking of me and you got hard? You were thinking
naughty things about me?"
"I suppose I was. Men do things like that."
I leaned my head down and kissed him fully on the lips. "I feel so
grown up," I said with a smile.
He didn't go further so I put on my Little Miss Innocence look again and
asked, "Daddy?"
As he asked what, I snuggled into his side and felt an arm cup my elbow.
"When you got married, was she a virgin?"
He remained quite still and never answered.
"Daddy?"
"She was when we met," he said slowly.
"But not when you got married?"
"No, darling, not by then."
"So that means you..."
"Yes, we made love together before we got married."
"Gosh," I whispered loud enough for him to hear.
"Were you?"
"What?"
"A virgin?"
"When I met her? Yes I'd never touched another woman before Patricia."
"That's sweet," I said looking up at him.
"She was a wonderful woman, in those days."
"I know. I can remember her, Daddy. But she changed didn't she? She
didn't seem happy in the last few years. What made her do that?"
"She had her change of life early. She was only thirty three. That's
why you don't have any brothers or sisters now. It changed her whole
outlook on life. Nothing was fun anymore. She simply stopped living.
That was what happened. Once her menopause came she lost interest in
everything."
"It wasn't her fault?"
"No, just something that happened but she couldn't handle the changes
that took place in her body."
"Did she still love you? And me?"
"She stopped loving everything. You mightn't have noticed but nothing
interested her any more."
"Did she still love you? Did you still make love?"
"Not for the last four or five years."
I sat up looking shocked. "Oh, you poor thing, Daddy. That must have
been awful."
"It was. I was still young and I needed..."
"I know, Daddy. You needed to have sex, didn't you? It must have been
so hard.? Did you... you know?"
"Did I what? What do you mean, darling?" I saw his face flush when he
asked.
"You know, uhm... uhm, touch yourself?"
"You know about it, don't you?"
"I know boys do it."
"How?"
"Oh. Oh. I've been terrible to you," I said and sat up to hold myself
against him.
"No you haven't, dear," he comforted me. "Why do you say that?"
"I haven't been honest with you?"
"What? Oh, of course you have. I don't mind you wanting to know."
"No, Daddy. Please listen to me. I've even lied to you and I'm so
sorry because I love you so much."
"I don't understand. What's it all about, sweetheart?"
"You remember I told you about the tutoring after school?"
"Yes."
"Well it wasn't exactly a school subject. And I didn't draw my breast
for an anatomy class, although it was only for girls to see. You see, me
and my three friends, Susie, Jonie and Kimberley, you remember me talking
about them?"
"Yes, I remember their names."
"Well, this year especially, we'd been getting into huddles and talking
about boys and things. You know, sex."
"Yes? That sounds normal."
"But then one of the senior girls overheard us and said she would teach
us about sex in, like a class. Just the four of us and her as a teacher."
"Oh, I see. And you told me it was for school. Yes you did lie, didn't
you? Well, what else haven't you told me?"
"We've met at her place after school twice now and she's shown us
things?"
"Shown you things? Like what?"
"Well, first of all, she told us how to touch ourselves and have an
orgasm?" I felt myself blushing when I told him that. What would he really
think now?
"Hmm. This is serious, isn't it? What else."
"We all did it at home a few nights ago and then had to tell her how it
felt and bring her a drawing of our puss. That was when you heard me
making noises"
"Oh, I understand now," he said with a smile. " By the way, I think
most girls call it their pussy."
"I know, but Mummy always called it puss and I do it automatically.
Anyway, I like to be different."
"What did this girl do with your drawings? I take it you gave her the
one of your bosom too?"
"Yes, she says she's going to frame them and hang them in her bedroom. A
sort of payment for teaching us."
"Has she ever tried to touch you, sexually, darling?"
"Oh, no. I think she's honestly trying to help us learn. She says it's
practice for when she becomes a teacher."
"I'm sure you've more to tell me but let me say this first. The two
pictures you drew, your pussy and breast. I want the originals. When you
see her next, tell her you want them back. That I know about them and
demand them back. That might frighten her enough to agree."
"But we all made pledges that we wouldn't tell anyone about the class,
and I do kind of like it, Daddy. I've learned an awful lot. That's how I
know about men touching..."
"I want those drawings in my room, sweetheart. Your own drawings of
your two most intimate parts. And you did the breast so well."
"I'll try," I agreed doubtfully. Then he went on.
"So we know you lied to me. That's serious enough. But it was after
you promised me faithfully, no secrets. That's even worse. Why?"
"Because I was too shy to tell my Daddy about such intimate things.
Besides, I thought you would stop me from going again. But I'm not as shy
now. That's why I told you now."
"I see. Well, I think you deserve some kind of punishment. It really
hurt me, you know, learning you hadn't told the truth."
"I'm so sorry, Daddy. Yes, punish me. I deserve it. I'm truly
repentant," I said innocently. "I didn't want to hurt you, ever. I love
you so much," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing the side
of his mouth.
"I'm pleased you're sorry and you show the remorse it deserves.
Punishment? Yes, you deserve it and it has to hurt. To make you remember.
I'll think about it over the weekend. You'll have to be extra good, from
now on." He patted my bottom, for the first time with evil intent, I
thought to myself.
"There's more, Daddy. I want to tell you everything."
"Oh, yes? Go on."
"When only one of us described an orgasm she told us about our clitoris.
You know, on top on my puss? My pussy? We all had to touch ourselves
until we all came."
"And she never touched you herself?"
"No she just moved around and saw we were doing the right things. Then
after school tonight she showed us some pornography. Of men and women
having sex. It was boring and a bit sickening, I thought," I said.
"It usually is," Daddy agreed.
"But the second video was different. She had a video of two people, a
married couple I think and they were making love on their bed. It was
beautiful, Daddy. They were in love and everything they did was to make
the other happy. We didn't even see her uhm, her vagina or his thing going
in and out because they were laying so tightly on each other. But we saw
they both had orgasms and they did it with love. It left me breathless. I
think I nearly came in my pants without even touching anything."
"Who were the couple?"
"She didn't say and was very nervous about us telling."
"A video they made of themselves that she found tucked away in one of
their drawers. Yes, it was probably her own parents. I suppose the
mother's breasts were worth seeing," he smiled slyly.
"You would have loved them. Oh, her parents? Oh, my gosh," I exclaimed
when I realised what he meant.
"Well perhaps you can find out her parents names. If they match what
they were calling each other, then you'll know for sure for what it's
worth. Anyhow, see how you go at getting your original drawings back first.
Get the other girls to back you up. They want them for themselves, not for
others to look at and sneer. If she won't agree, we might have to take
more desperate measures."
"Gosh, what?"
"Let's worry about that if she refuses."
"Alright, I'll try," I said, pecking his lips with mine again. "Daddy
will you cuddle me, please?"
I laid across his knees on my back and he held me in his arms, looking
into my face and smiling.
"Close your eyes," he said."
I felt his lips brush my forehead and my eyelids. It felt so
comfortable and secure. If he had lifted my nightdress and touched me I
wouldn't have stopped him because I was his entirely. I am his love and he
is mine. Oh, I hope it will work out that way.
After a time, when all was silent and while my eyes were still closed, I
asked softly, "Are you peeking at my titties, Daddy?"
"You mean... no, I didn't," he said with a shocked look and then added,
"but I could see a little way down your nightdress. They are beautiful,
young lady."
"One day you can see everything," I whispered.
"When I photograph you?"
"It might not even need to be that," I suggested.
"Our relationship does seem to be going that way doesn't it?"
"I hope so," I said softly but with definite purpose.
"I'm glad," he said, then added quickly, "Would you like a drink?"
"Yes, please."
He brought me a glass of red wine. I had never been allowed wine
before.
"Drink it slowly, it's potent," he warned.
"Are you trying to get me tipsy so you can have your wicked way with me,
sir?" I accused him.
"Whatever works," he responded.
"Do you know there's a naughty film on TV tonight. Lots of boobs, I
imagine."
"So you want to watch?"
"I want to watch your reactions."
"You're a born tease, you little monkey," he said, putting his arm
around my waist and letting it fall to my bottom. He massaged what was
available, the bit I wasn't sitting on.
"You still haven't answered my question," I said after a while.
"Which one?"
"The one that goes something like, do you masturbate to get relief?"
"Don't you know?"
"Answer the question."
"I masturbate."
"How often?"
"When I need to."
"Answer the question."
"A few times a week."
"And you always come?"
"Of course. Men do i easier."
"And quicker, I'm told."
"I suppose so."
"How?"
"How do we do it quicker?"
"How do you do it, full stop?"
"With my hand."
"It would make a mess."
"I use a condom to catch it mostly."
"What about other times?"
"It just goes down the toilet."
"Do you usually do it in the toilet?"
"Yes."
"What about in bed?"
"No, never."
"Why not?"
"It's more private in the toilet."
"So Aunt Patricia couldn't catch you?"
"Yes."
"But what about since then?"
"I never thought to change."
"Have you been doing it in the toilet even in the last few days?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
"You must be real quick. I've never seen you stay in there for long."
"It usually is pretty quick."
"You should enjoy it longer. Wouldn't it feel better if you made it
last longer, Daddy."
"I don't think I could."
"Have you done it more since I began teasing you?"
"Of course."
"How often."
"Twice a day."
"When?"
"Morning and night."
"Gosh, have I had that much effect?"
"More than you could know. I feel like a boy in love."
"Oh, Daddy, that's the most beautiful thing you've ever said. Do you
really mean it?"
"It's true. I'm sorry, darling, I know I shouldn't feel that way."
"I'm glad you do, Daddy," I smiled at him with all the feeling I could
muster. "You make me feel the same way."
I laid my head back against the sofa.
"Daddy, will you kiss me like you used to kiss my aunt when you were
dating."
He laid back himself and moved towards me. "I shouldn't even be sitting
here like this," he said.
"But you are, my dearest, and I'm waiting." I let my lips open slightly,
a distant look in my eye, I hoped.
His lips met mine so softly it was like a feather touching them. He
cupped one hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer, his lips
moving over mine, the tip of his tongue wetting me. I was breathing
harder, feeling giddy with the thrill of what was happening. I clung to
him and pressed harder against him. I didn't care if it hurt, I just
wanted him to devour me. I lightly touched his lips with the tip of my
tongue and immediately he forced his, deep inside my mouth. He was forcing
me to open wider, our lips crushed together, saliva forming at the corners
of my mouth. His breath was harsh, forceful, as though his mouth was
raping me. I loved him. I wanted him to rip my nightdress off and mount
me. Anything. My arms clung tightly around him, urging him not to stop.
"Oh, what am I doing," he cried out, breaking from our embrace. "I'm
sorry, darling. I shouldn't..."
"Stop it, Daddy. Don't apologize. It was wonderful, simply wonderful.
You made me feel as though you were making real love with me. I had
shivers of lust running up and down my spine. You were wonderful." I kept
kissing his lips and face as I spoke and slowly eased my movements.
He laid his head back, his eyes closed, breathing deeply as though
exhausted.
"I could go to jail for this."
"No, never," I smiled at him. "I wanted so desperately for you to kiss
me like that. I have for weeks but lacked the courage to tell you."
"Oh, where will it end?"
"When one of us dies," I breathed softly, laying back beside him.
We both remained still for what seemed like hours and slowly our
breathing returned to normal. Finally I turned my head to look at him and
he opened one eye.
"I want you to promise me something," I whispered.
"What?"
"That you won't masturbate in the toilet any more. It is something to
be enjoyed, not rushed in such an uncomfortable place. And you've got to
stop doing it so often. It will wear you out and you'll be no good when I
need you the most. I know what happens to most men, slam, bam, thank you
ma'am, that's what Evelyn says. That sounds exactly what you've been doing
all along. Would I be too harsh on you, Daddy, if I said you have to ask
my permission before you touch yourself from now on?"
"I'd feel so stupid."
"But it would be only me who knows. If you space out the times, you'll
look forward to them and they'll feel much stronger, I'm sure."
"Having to ask my own daughter for permission to ejaculate? Whatever
would you think of me?"
"I love you and want you to feel good," I said. "Can you remember
making love when you got married?"
"Yes, they were good days," he sighed.
"You've had a lot of years that weren't though and you deserve better.
Tell me about your sex life then, Daddy."
"She was both beautiful and insatiable when it came to sex," he said
with a faroff look on his face. "I never knew much at all. She was my
first girlfriend and I'd never experienced sex before I met her."
"Go on."
"I'd thought of it of course. Fantasised about what I would do with
women if I ever had the chance but when I met her we were attracted to each
other immediately. She invited me into her bed on our third date, you
know. We had gone out to dinner and were heading for the cinema when she
stopped, looked at me and said, 'Make love to me please.' I'll always
remember her smile as she looked up and asked me. I'd never seen a naked
woman let alone made love to one but she helped me over all the nervousness
and gave me her virginity. And I gave her mine, I suppose," he added.
"That is beautiful, Daddy. I hope my first time will be as gentle that.
But then I'm sure it will be. My lover will be considerate and kind, I
know."
"I hope so, dear," he smiled.
"Tell me about the things you did to each other."
"I wouldn't know where to start. Just picture any sexual activity and
I'm sure we did it ten times over in those first few years. She had such
an appetite for orgasms that she wore me out time and again. I was very
virile in those days, hard as a rock, if you'll excuse the crudity, and
ready to please but she could satisfy herself and make me come several
times a night, so much that many times I had nothing left to ejaculate
inside her. After one of those nights, I was weak as a kitten for the
whole of next day."
"Tell me about your honeymoon."
"On the tenth day of our honeymoon we moved to a private island retreat
for ten days. It was magic because hardly anybody was there and we had the
run of the island. There was a little beach on one side of the island that
we discovered and decided to spend the next day there on our own. It was
so out of the way and we only found it by accident. She had wanted to pee
and pushed herself through some undergrowth and there it was."
"It sounds wonderful. So what happened?"
"We packed lots of food and made off. We skinny dipped all day and made
love on the sand between each swim. There wasn't a chance of being caught
and your aunt, as usual, became sex hungry. I'm sure my poor thing was red
raw by the time we got back. It was the only time your aunt ever had a
multiple orgasm. She came three or four times in the space of five minutes
while I was still..."
"Still what?"
"Still pushing into her. I hadn't come at all and she had done so at
least three times. She was shrieking at the top of her voice with
ecstasy."
"Lucky thing. I hope that happens to me."
"When it was over, she laid on her back, pulled me to her and said, 'If
that's a sample of what's to come, lover boy, I want it all.'"
"Oh, if only I could feel like that," I dreamed.
"You will, I'm sure."
"I hope so. I love sexy things, like we've been talking about."
"Would you like to see her photo's?"
"Oh, yes."
He came back with a large portfolio case and carefully opened it, making
sure I couldn't see inside.
"You've got to understand we were engaged to be married when most of
these were taken and we had been making love together for at least six
months, so by disrobing for me, she was not doing anything more than we had
been doing before. She was just seventeen when these first ones were
shot."
She was the most beautiful girl I had seen. Daddy passed me each photo,
which were quite large, about a foot square and very professionally
photographed. They were all in black and white. She was naked in every
pose and positioned her so her sex slit was covered in very subtle ways. A
finger or hand just in the right place, a daffodil in one rested on her
pubic hair, her legs closed in the others but always her breasts outlined
against lighter or darker backgrounds, her nipples long and pointed. A
warm smile always faced the camera and in every one, invitation and
innuendo somehow told the viewer that she was available for numerous
delights. The effect Daddy had achieved was incredible.
"Daddy, they are so beautiful. It looks as though she was offering
herself to you in every photo."
"Indeed she was. It was her way of keeping her nipples pointed, I
always thought. Talk sexy and her nipples always swelled like that. It
worked every time."
"Gosh, I can't do that."
"Maybe you'll learn. Perhaps you need some stimulation there for it to
begin."
"Are you offering?"
"No, just awaiting the invitation."
"Hmm," I mused.
"Have you noticed something?" He asked, looking at me for reaction.
"Her breasts, you mean? They are magnificent. You'd be disappointed
with mine after those."
"They are impressive aren't they? Remember you have every chance to
catch up yet. But it wasn't that, there's something else."
"I'm not quite sure what you mean."
"Come here," he said, taking my elbow and walking me to the mirror on
one wall. He held one of the photo's up beside my face and I looked at
both images in front of me.
Myself and my aunt. As though we were identical twins. It was
incredible how alike we were. She was the same age as I am now. I tried
to smile the same smile and we were mirror images of each other.
"I look exactly like her," I said slowly. "Daddy you're still living
with your wife."
"It is amazing, isn't it? You are exactly as I remember her when we
were married. Your mother and she were sisters, you know."
I'd never thought about that because we hardly ever visited Aunt
Patricia and yet it didn't surprise me. So that's why you took me in so
willingly when Mum and Dad died? Two brothers married two sisters."
"Yes. I wasn't sure your mother ever told you and we weren't as close
as we should have been so you saw very little of us when you were small."
"Gosh, and just imagine. If I look so much like your wife, it's almost
as though you have her back again."
"I hadn't thought of it that way. I guess the last four or five years
of her tempers and lack of love made me forget that. No, baby, you're you,
and no-one else."
"I'm glad about that."
"I have more, do you want to see?"
"Yes, of course," I said. "Every one you have."
The next photograph was decidedly different in content. She was bending
over, her legs wide apart with the sea and sand in the background. The
camera was behind her and her face and breasts were shown between her
widely stretched legs. Her puss and bottom hole were clearly visible and
yet her smile was unchanged, cheeky and loving, a woman full of life.
"Look closely," Daddy said. He handed me a magnifying glass and I
studied her photo, especially her puss closely. It took a while to realise
what he had meant and then I gasped.
"Is that..."
"Yes, my sperm running down her leg. I took the photo just after I had
ejaculated into her."
"Oh, it's so incredible. She's just been..."
"Fucked?"
"...fucked and is standing up for your camera. She was a woman with a
difference."
He handed me the next one, showing her still smiling but decidedly
larger. Aunt Patricia had indeed put on weight at some time in her life.
Her breasts were much larger and I hadn't realised how big her nipples
were.
"Your cousin's in that picture," he said. "It was taken about four
months after the last one."
"She is pregnant? No wonder she's bigger."
The next one showed her laying on a bed still very nude, but much
larger. She was bulging. Her legs were spread and pulled up and one finger
was touching her clitoris. I was looking into her birth canal.
"Just one week before our baby son was born."
"You had a baby? What happened to him?" I asked with an almost
trembling voice for I didn't realise Aunt Patricia had been a mother.
He handed me the next picture showing her and baby wrapped in a blanket
and most likely still in hospital.
"He was one day old," he said with a sob he couldn't disguise. "He died
a week later with heart problems."
"I didn't know." I said putting my arm around his shoulder.
"I often wonder whether that was the cause of her becoming so morbid in
her last years."
He handed me the last photograph face down, and I saw his hand shaking.
I looked questioningly at him but he remained still. When I looked I saw a
young superbly built young man, quite naked, sitting on the edge of a bed,
with the largest erect cock I had seen. It was much larger than the
husband in Evelyn's video, and he had one of his hands around the base of
the shaft. There was undeniable pride in his face as he looked into the
camera.
"It is the only photograph your aunt ever took. She has a miniature of
that picture in a locket around her neck even now. I said I would show my
manhood to you tonight."
"You're as big a tease as I am," I accused him. "But it is a beautiful
photograph. Is it still that large?" I looked straight into his eyes,
smiling questioningly.
"You've felt it. What do you think?"
"I'll have to take another feel," I laughed. "In a little while."
"I'll be waiting."
I handed the photos back to him, holding the one where she was bending
over and kissed her puss for a long moment.
"I wish I had been able to kiss it in person," I whispered.
I looked into his eyes again and asked seriously, "Are you hard, Daddy?"
"Of course not," and then with some hesitation added, "Oh, you mean...?
Yes, fairly. Why?"
"Because I want to feel it."
I stood in front of him and opened his robe. "Take it off," I said.
"What are you doing? I can't...," he gasped but did as he was told.
His cock was making a large lump inside his pyjamas and I was almost
tempted to wrap my hand around it, I wanted to so much. Instead I knelt on
the sofa and straddled him as I had done earlier. I was kneeling up so my
head was higher than his face just above my breasts and I held him